Saturday, April 21, 2012

Who Would Hide a Gift in a Napkin?


I was attempting to organize my bookshelf when I found one of my old textbooks from a class I took in college.  I remember thinking that many of the writings looked interesting, but naturally, my professor assigned all of the ones which I deemed rather dull or ridiculous.  I picked up the book, flipped through it, and found one passage from the film, Good Will Hunting.  Now, oddly enough, I have never actually seen this film, even though I am currently finishing up my master’s degree in mathematics.  Well…technically I seem to procrastinating because I’m supposed to be studying for a test next week in abstract algebra.  That probably explains why I thought it might be fun to sit down and read an old textbook.  Anyway, I knew the film was about a janitor at MIT who was a brilliant mathematical genius prodigy awesome would-pay-him-to-take-my-test-this-week etc. etc.  What I didn’t know was that he was resistant to use his mathematical skills in a job for the NSA where he would be doing code breaking for the government.  He wasn’t interested in more education or a fancier job.  He wanted to remain a janitor.  Why? From the passage, it would seem fear was the only thing holding him back.  

What an interesting story for me to happen upon at this point in my life!  I’m finishing my master’s degree, and my thesis project is actually on code breaking.  Yet, I am absolutely terrified of going any further with my education.  What if I fail?  What if I can’t pass my prelims after 3 more years of hard work, and walk away with a master’s degree as a consolation prize?  Still, every time I turn around, friends, family, professors from college and graduate school, even the vice president and president of my college are asking, encouraging, dare I say begging me to continue.  Everyone I know believes I am perfectly capable of getting my doctorate and becoming a math professor.  I’m the only one who doubts my ability.  I’m not a prodigy like Will in the film, but I seem to have quite a bit in common with him.  I haven’t actually failed a class yet (say a prayer and cross my fingers about that test next week), and yet I am so afraid of failure that I’ve been doubting whether I should even bother trying to go further.  Deep inside, though, I know that God is handing me an opportunity to develop the talents he has given me.  He’s challenging me to become the best I can be.  How on earth could I choose not to even try?  I think I have to keep going.  I have to try.  If I try and fail, I will just have to trust that God will show me what to do when the time comes, that I will grow somehow from the experience.  But maybe…just maybe, everyone is right.  Maybe I could do it.  How terrifying.  Could I handle the regret, though, if I never tried?  Absolutely not.

After this nice little pep talk I gave myself, I looked at the passage which was on the previous page of my textbook.  I found a new favorite quote.  Charlotte Bronte writes of the struggles women face in trying to pursue their talents.  Granted, this was written at a time where the vast majority of women were homemakers and didn’t have jobs at all, but I feel that it still applies today, and what she wrote seemed to explain exactly why I had just come to the conclusion that I have to try, even if I fail.  I also feel Bronte’s words still apply because someday (whether I have a doctorate in math or not), I would like to have a family and be able to spend time at home and raise my children even if it means working part-time or being a stay-at-home mom for a few years.  How do you balance your responsibilities at home and still try to pursue your goals?  Do your goals just change along the way?  Anyway, enough rambling from me, this is my favorite part of Charlotte Bronte's writing:

“…no other can take up the quiet, regular duties of the daughter, the wife, or the mother, as well as she whom God has appointed to fill that particular place: a woman’s principal work in life is hardly left to her own choice; nor can she drop the domestic charges devolving on her as an individual, for the exercise of the most splendid talents that were ever bestowed. 

And yet she must not shrink from the extra responsibility implied by the very fact of her possessing such talents.  She must not hide her gift in a napkin; it was meant for the use and service of others.  In an humble and faithful spirit must she labour to do what is not impossible, or God would not have set her to do it.”

I can’t shrink away from the opportunities I’ve been given.  I can’t hide my gifts.  I wouldn’t have been given the ability to come this far if it were impossible.  Two years ago, I wouldn’t have thought I would be able to finish my master’s degree.  I wanted to quit every single day.  And yet, here I am.  I suppose God set me to do it.  He made the seemingly impossible possible. 

And now that I’ve given myself that nice pep talk, I really must study.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

A Glimpse

On springtime lovely days like this, I want to have a picnic, spend time with friends, go on a walk, play piano, and read a favorite book while sitting by a window. I want to write about things that matter like faith and family and friendship. I want to notice that on such a good day, God has given us a small glimpse of the joy to come.

And then I remember I’m in grad school, and I start reminding myself of the never ending to-do lists and responsibilities…and then I realize my mistake. I stop. I notice the breeze and the blue sky, and I go to the picnic.

Why the sudden change in my academic diligence? Because life is much too short not to have a picnic. And now, oddly enough, more than ever, I am so thankful that life is so very short because there are some people I dearly miss waiting in the Garden, waiting to welcome me home.

So I will continue on, I will forge my path, I will set my eyes on the joy set before me, the reward waiting for me, and when God gives me a small glimpse of Heaven, I will capture it with words. I will write, and I will remember. So that on days when I have trouble finding the light, I will read the words and know. I will know what lies ahead. And that truth will light a flame within me, and the flame will grow brighter and stronger as I read each word of hope, until it is all-consuming…until the light pours forth from me for all to see; for all to see that He is the one who brings us peace. He is the one who brings us joy. And then I will see the glimpse again…and perhaps others will see it, too.

After all, isn’t that to be our sole purpose in life?