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sometimes I want to tell people not to go into social work.
that it will change things for you. helping people won't just be helping people.
it will become a job.
or a nice little packaged box.
or a compartment of your life.
or a textbook full of theories and policies.
or a neatly designed proposal to be submitted for funding.
or a meeting full of ministers, law makers, educators, community organizers who seem to forget most everything except for their egos.
or another bullet point to squeeze into a resume, as you anxiously anticipate finding a real job.
but really. way down deep. i want it to be about an out-pouring of love. of grace and compassion and hope, that doesn't know of selfishness or suspicion. that doesn't mind if its messy or innovative or imperfect.
but mostly, i think i'm tired.
that it will change things for you. helping people won't just be helping people.
it will become a job.
or a nice little packaged box.
or a compartment of your life.
or a textbook full of theories and policies.
or a neatly designed proposal to be submitted for funding.
or a meeting full of ministers, law makers, educators, community organizers who seem to forget most everything except for their egos.
or another bullet point to squeeze into a resume, as you anxiously anticipate finding a real job.
but really. way down deep. i want it to be about an out-pouring of love. of grace and compassion and hope, that doesn't know of selfishness or suspicion. that doesn't mind if its messy or innovative or imperfect.
but mostly, i think i'm tired.