Campus Minister

I feel as though this is some super secret diary. Very few people know it exists outside of the folks I keep on my blog-roll. I keep it I suppose cus it was to hard to turn my back on everything the Mission Corps did over the past 4 years for me. Though I am at odds with the current director, it does not affect the ministry they do, or the community that I still feel strongly drawn towards. The MSCs are in a special part of my heart. I know, in my heart of hearts, that they will always remain there, I wish I could go have a visit with some of the girls; I miss their close presence in my life.
TCA is getting better, it re-affirms to me each day that I will never proselytize. The kids get so angry when I try to teach them the catholic faith because it has been forced on them for so long. It is taking a lot to unravel them and get them to let loose with me. I am not a preacher; I am a student like they are. They are my studies though now days and I like that. I have always been a people watcher so it’s kind of neat to see how they treat me differently after the trip to D.C. last week. It’s sort of like I really am a human being, not just the campus minister who must be a nut.
To steal a Mel Brooks line, it’s good to be the king: It’s good to be the minister around here.