Last night, I had a dream that I won the playwriting contest at my university, and I was really happy. Now, I’m pretty sure that it didn’t happen, because of the dream. And the fact that the play is from a Christian perspective. The world doesn’t have to like me.
I used to think that people in general hated me. Really. But I don’t believe this anymore. I think that sometimes I can be likable in a dorky way, to a certain point, but there is still something about me that makes people want to establish boundaries. The world doesn’t have to like me.
I often feel like I am not wholeheartedly committed to the service of the Lord. I fear more commitment will ruin my happiness and comfort, and I will alienate others. But I don’t have to be happy in the usual way. And if other people can’t accept who God is, then that isn’t really my fault. The world doesn’t have to like me.