Pay It Forward, Further Reflections from #woosteraw

(Preface) I set up Orient Lodge over ten years ago as a place where I could consolidate much of my writing. My writing has changed style from time to time, and currently, I’m writing in a more personal style.

This weekend, I attended my college thirty-fifth reunion. They’ve always been strange events for me, since I never graduated. The college required an ‘Independent study’ (IS) thesis. My thesis was not accepted and I was told if I wanted a degree, I could write a new thesis. Instead, I left, saying that I had come for an education, and not necessarily a degree, and I had gotten my education.

When people asked for details, I would talk about a great course I had been taking on Virginia Woolf and how I had gotten very interested in stream of consciousness writing. I wrote my thesis in a stream of consciousness manner maintaining we needed to view Socrates as an anarchist. Neither the style nor the content was deemed acceptable by my advisor.

Of course like any story, that’s just part of it, and another aspect became more obvious to me at the reunion as I listened to the college president talk about the reframing of IS.

To me, IS was a test, an ordeal. Yet the college is now reframing IS as ‘mentored undergraduate research’. If my advisor had been a mentor, instead of an adversary, which might have happened if the professor that led me to becoming a philosophy major hadn’t of been on sabbatical during my senior year, things might have been very different. If there had been courses on post-structuralism things might have been very different. But that’s not what happened.

Yet I still greatly value the education I received there and the friendships that were established there. My two older daughters have both received their undergraduate degrees. One has received a graduate degree and the other will soon be applying to a graduate program.

In this twenty-first century post-structuralist world, the nature of institutions, like those of high education and religion are being rethought. They are being challenged. Some of this comes from a materialism that values careers over a liberal education.

I’ve watched as the president and board of Sweet Briar College attempt to shut it down, and I hope those trying to save Sweet Briar are successful. I’ve been tempted to contribute to Saving Sweet Briar, but funds are tight. We still need to save for my youngest daughter’s college education, and, at least as far as I can remember, I never donated to my alma mater.

However, this year, my classmates who are very involved in the college urged everyone to donate. The percentage of alumni donating is an important statistic for those analyzing colleges. So, I made a small donation when I signed up for the reunion.

At the alumni association meeting, they talked about millennials being more involved in volunteer activities than their parents were at the same age, and I thought about fundraising for millennials. A popular idea is to ‘pay it forward’, and colleges seeking to attract young donors might find this an interesting approach. Instead of donating because of what you got out of college, donate to ‘pay it forward’ to future generations of incoming students. Pay it forward to help keep expenses down. Pay it forward to build up funds available for scholarships.

I doubt my youngest daughter will attend Wooster. She seems more interested in her mother’s alma mater. Yet if we were truly a pay it forward society, and money wasn’t so tight, instead of saving for my daughter’s education, I’d be paying it forward to my alma mater, to my wife’s alma mater, and, for that matter, to my elder daughter’s alma mater and to Sweet Briar.

It seems like the same could or should apply to churches, but that’s probably a different blog post.

Notes after the Road Trip

It is Sunday evening and I should be in bed by now, but we’ve just gotten home from my college reunion. There is so much to reflect on, smiles in selfies, paying it forward with colleges and churches, Ingress updates, coming out as a post structuralism Christian mystic, transformational presidential politics, time lapse photography using security cameras, and Miranda’s Tiny House project.

These are mostly notes to myself of blog posts I need to write. But for tonight, I will keep it simple. After a long drive, we are home. I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I’ll start digging out from all that’s piled up during my past few days while I was mostly offline, mostly thinking and talking with friends, but not writing much.

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#woosteraw reflections - Saturday

Kim and I sat in the beautiful new auditorium. At least if was new since I attend the college thirty five years ago. On the stage we’re women attending their fiftieth reunion, talking about the challenges they faced as women in college in the sixties. These were students that had marched for civil rights and to end the war in Vietnam who went on to become prominent doctors, lawyers, and Foreign Service officers. They talked about the new opportunities that opened up to women with Title IX and expanded graduate school options. They talked about the hurdles they faced as women were expected to be sex objects to stay in graduate school, or good wives supplementing their husband’s work.

Things are so much better now, as we prepare to welcome our first female president of the college, right?

Before the next event, Kim and I stopped at the student snack bar and talked about a non-profit organization we are helping. We talked about addressing bullying. We need to help bullies, as well as the bullied. The discussion shifted to the bystanders. As long as people stand by and allow bullying to take place, and allow injustice to stand, bullying and injustice will thrive.

The next event was a gathering of classmates. One classmate brought up issues where she lived where money intended to help struggling school districts, especially those torn by racial strife, was being diverted to meet pension obligations in a chronically underfunded pension system. Another classmate spoke of an overtly sexist and offensive senior prank and school she teaches at. Yeah, some of those issues member of the class of 1965 fought against still need to be stood up to today.

Earlier in the day, I listened to the outgoing president of the college talk about how it was positioned for the coming years as liberal education faces challenges. He spoke from a great marketing perspective and the value of a Wooster education. Yet I had to pause and wonder about the underlying beliefs. As we prepare people for the twenty first century, where does faith fit in?

we confess that we have sinned against you
in thought, word, and deed,
by what we have done,
and by what we have left undone.
We have not loved you with our whole heart;
we have not loved our neighbors as ourselves.

What are we leaving undone when we when we don’t talk to bystanders about loving our neighbors as ourselves?

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Lovely Dwelling Places

This morning, a friend posted on Facebook, “How lovely is your dwelling place, O LORD Almighty!” -Psalm 84:1 It has framed some of my thinking for this weekend at my college reunion. I walked across the lush greens of campus and visited majestic old buildings, centers of higher education.

Does the Lord dwell here? It certainly is lovely. On top of one building, a falcon perched, calling out to his mate. In the distance, the pipe band is practicing Amazing Grace.

In another post, a friend talks about a piñata her daughter and husband has made. They probably had more fun making it together, than the kids will have bursting it open. My mind wanders to sand mandalas and wonder about traditions of creating something beautiful and then destroying it in Western cultures. Does the Lord dwell in sand mandalas?

I think back to the other day at work when I ran into an old patient climbing into her beat up car. We had a briefly, lovely chat. Does the Lord dwell in her? In you or I? Does the Lord dwell in my friend from the street who has just gotten a place to live, in my friend who suffered from domestic violence, in my friend living in a nursing home? Does the Lord In our classmates from college, or those from other years?

I spent a lot of time walking around today. I spent a lot of time talking with others. Now, I need to just be still and think about lovely dwelling places.

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Road Trip, the Metaphor

I am sitting my a dorm room at College of Wooster like I often did many years ago, except this time, I’m writing on a laptop instead of in a notepad. When I am done writing, I’ll post it on my blog, instead of typing it up to hand in to a professor.

It has been a long trip coming back, in many ways. We left early in the morning so I could avoid rush hour traffic in New York City. I prolonged various breaks by playing Ingress. My Ingress friends will be interested to know that I hacked 98 new unique portals and captured 48 of them. I also completed two missions

During the drive, particularly while Kim was sleeping, I had lots of time to reflect. I thought, my life is a metaphor. I’m just not sure what it is a metaphor of. When Kim was awake, we had long talks where we see things going next in our lives

In Ohio, we got off the interstate and drove around the back roads for a while, probably another part of the metaphor. I thought about returning to Wooster and about Robert Pirsig’s journey. different, but perhaps with some parallels. I drove through run down parts of Youngstown, through nicer areas and into Amish country.

In one store, I ran into a classmate who was in the area on business but couldn’t stay for the reunion. We had a good, but brief chat. He made some sort of comment about how our meeting was meant to be, but not being sure what was really meant, or something like that. At least that is the way I heard it because of my looking at those coincidences in my life these days.

Kim and I stopped at an Amish restaurant on our way to campus, and had a great meal. I’m still digesting it, both the food, and the experience.

It is hot in the dorm room, but cooling off outside. Soon, I’ll head off to bed and we’ll see what tomorrow brings.

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