I think I've become one of those privileged liberals--the ones I could not understand in my 20s. Friend after friend went away to college and grad school, and they became simultaneously more aware and conscientious (of progressive ideas, having a voice, challenging the system) and more entitled (to having meaningful lives, jobs they actually liked, and distance from traditional structures--family, church, etc.--that they felt limited personal growth).
My brother hardly came home after going to college in Santa Barbara. He stayed there after graduation and made us feel inferior for being less enlightened. When we did have dinners together, he used words that were new to us. He had forsaken his family for the sake of the greater good.
Now, I've become one of them. After years of resisting, Yale was what did me in, finally. And now I've become one of those privileged young adults, living in an East Coast city, and continuing to search for meaning.
What Jesus might have to say is something I'm pondering. What does it mean for someone like me to pick up my cross daily and follow Him?
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