BEDC Dinner, Part 1
Had dinner with a gaggle of BEDC friends.
We went to a bar afterwards. For those of you who don't know me well, I'm an abstainer from alcohol and thus not a huge fan of bars, but I'm willing and open to trying it out, as long as I'm not under pressure to imbibe. I don't condemn others for drinking. I just know myself; I'd get addicted, FAST (I'm bad at self-control; I told myself six years ago that I'd never get addicted to coffee, and look what happened. The last thing I need is another expensive drinking habit).
At the bar: the conversation turned into an interesting conversation about what it means to live a meaningful life, as well as revealed to them my many workaholic, judgmental tendencies.
I will write more in detail tomorrow; I'm really tired right now and it would take a while to type out. But nevertheless, I was extremely impressed by the maturity and the intelligence of my business school peers, their willingness to truly question and explore the existence of God.
Learned that many of them were curious and as interested as I was about Christianity. If God truly exists, is he truly an unloving, wrathful being that sends legions of innocents to hell for not knowing or believing in Him, while letting hypocritical Christians ("In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, let's go invade some countries, burn some synagogues, persecute black people, and kill some gays!") go to heaven (wanted to know where "loving your neighbor as yourself" plays in)? Made plans to meet with some of them to continue our discussion in the near future.
Met a fellow MBA hopeful. Made plans to create a GMAT study group once finals are over next week. I'm hoping to use a business MBA to allow me continued access to key people whom with whom we can use combined skills to serve others. It would be extremely arrogant of me to assume that I will be earning an MBA next year, however.
In the end though, I believe that it doesn't really matter how many degrees you earn, how much money you make, what kind of car you drive. In the end, I think we will all be held accountable to the following:
"I was hungry, and you gave me food. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was frightened, and you gave me comfort. I was in prison, and you visited me. I was lonely, and you were my friend."
We went to a bar afterwards. For those of you who don't know me well, I'm an abstainer from alcohol and thus not a huge fan of bars, but I'm willing and open to trying it out, as long as I'm not under pressure to imbibe. I don't condemn others for drinking. I just know myself; I'd get addicted, FAST (I'm bad at self-control; I told myself six years ago that I'd never get addicted to coffee, and look what happened. The last thing I need is another expensive drinking habit).
At the bar: the conversation turned into an interesting conversation about what it means to live a meaningful life, as well as revealed to them my many workaholic, judgmental tendencies.
I will write more in detail tomorrow; I'm really tired right now and it would take a while to type out. But nevertheless, I was extremely impressed by the maturity and the intelligence of my business school peers, their willingness to truly question and explore the existence of God.
Learned that many of them were curious and as interested as I was about Christianity. If God truly exists, is he truly an unloving, wrathful being that sends legions of innocents to hell for not knowing or believing in Him, while letting hypocritical Christians ("In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, let's go invade some countries, burn some synagogues, persecute black people, and kill some gays!") go to heaven (wanted to know where "loving your neighbor as yourself" plays in)? Made plans to meet with some of them to continue our discussion in the near future.
Met a fellow MBA hopeful. Made plans to create a GMAT study group once finals are over next week. I'm hoping to use a business MBA to allow me continued access to key people whom with whom we can use combined skills to serve others. It would be extremely arrogant of me to assume that I will be earning an MBA next year, however.
In the end though, I believe that it doesn't really matter how many degrees you earn, how much money you make, what kind of car you drive. In the end, I think we will all be held accountable to the following:
"I was hungry, and you gave me food. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was frightened, and you gave me comfort. I was in prison, and you visited me. I was lonely, and you were my friend."