“The first time the Detroit Lions played football on Thanksgiving Day was in 1934, when they hosted the Chicago Bears at the University of Detroit stadium, in front of 26,000 fans. The NBC radio network broadcast the game on 94 stations across the country—the first national Thanksgiving football broadcast. Since that time, the Lions have played a game every Thanksgiving (except between 1939 and 1944); in 1956, fans watched the game on television for the first time.”—
“…sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself…”—
— Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz
Tonight I went to listen to Donald Miller speak in a large church that I haven’t set foot in for a long time. Driving home under plum night skies with the radio turned off, the part I couldn’t stop replaying is him calling modern religion heresy. Him explaining how we were made to be loved perfectly and what we are waiting for without that possibility here - what keeps us half heartbroken and unsatisfied and always will through our lives, despite everything else that faith might give us. How we will never never find that peace, entirely, on this earth…and all the pretty Christian books that promise otherwise are lying. It sounds like a funny thing to gain hope from, but I wish I could tell him how much it meant to me. How it blew my ears or my heart wide open, ready to consider again. The idea that it’s not all ok here, and there is good reason for that, is strikingly beautiful to me. The idea that God doesn’t expect sorority smiles of blind appeasement….doesn’t need us to speak in the robotic and conventional shorthand of the church. That we could be messy and grievous and complicated and wondrously stupefied by the greater world. That maybe He understands how broken we still feel and that’s ok - that these days don’t call for pious cheer alone. That faith is hope and endurance and patience. That it is the waiting and not the final word.
It’s too much (too personal?) to explain but after a long season away, listening to Donald Miller explain faith to me again held a quiet shade of hope.
“So there I was jabbering at her about my new job as a serious newsman - about anything at all - but all I could think was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful and yet again, wonderful.”—Harris, L.A Story
I really haven’t posted anything personal or otherwise for weeks (months?), it seems. I have a few minutes free while working the desk at my church with nothing to do (temporary second “job”), so I thought I’d post a quick update.
After 1.8 years being unemployed I have found a job! It’s only a paid internship, and 30-35 hours a week right now, but they have given me the impression that I may be hired in a few months after I complete their training program. We’ll see. Either way, it will be great experience for my resume.
So far, I absolutely love what I’m doing. I’ve never been busier at a job before, but it is fun, and I like the people I work with. It’s a small firm that does email, social media, and search marketing for businesses. They handle the Pure Michigan campaign, so if you are from Michigan or like Michigan and are a fan of their page on Facebook, I am one of the people handling the updates.
Besides working, grad school has been mentally exhausting this semester. I am not sure what possessed me to take finance and statistics at the same time. Not a good idea. Do not recommend. Since starting this job I seem to use Twitter a lot more. It’s just been easier to post random things there instead of here. If you want to follow me, my Twitter name is: megancoecoe. I don’t post a whole lot over there either, it just depends on the day.
Okay, that should cover me for a few months. I love you. Byeeeee