In the words of Cornel West, I went through schooling, but schooling also went through me. And, from what I can tell, also made a mess of things. I came into this year with the intention of post-graduate searching— searching for creativity, searching for purpose, searching for the Rodell that exists outside of educational institutions.
My search for creativity became a search for God— in fact, maybe all searches lead to God in one way or another. And God always seems to ask that I allow myself to be bigger, to search with a wider scope, to ask questions with weight I can barely manage.
I spent much of my life believing that I was not creative. I spent much of my life falling on the outskirts of a narrowly defined creativity. Ask yourself: where am I most creative? Think beyond paintbrushes and pianos. When are you deeply in touch with your vision? What makes you lose yourself?
I am at my most creative in my relationships. For me, forming and maintaining a bond is a creative act in and of itself. In the right environment, I can lose myself in conversation. The holy exchange of revealing and being revealed with another gives me a fulfillment that is no different from the way a poem or song reveals itself on the page.
And from here it seems that all creativities are the same. And everything around us was created, such that we could experience the act of creating — creating art, creating bonds, creating meaning...we choose what we create with one another, and for one another.
And the world is our empty canvas, our eager tools, and our completed masterpiece.
Voices of Service
These are reflections from corps members and alumni of Jubilee Year and the Episcopal Urban Intern Program. They cover topics ranging from the sun, fun and friends in in Los Angeles to the uncensored experiences of serving vulnerable populations in our beautiful city. These are Voices of Service. For more, go through our archives below