Me & Auggie Part 2: College, Chastity & the Confessions
I had summed up my initial encounter with Augustine when I was in High School, somewhat culminating in my decision to receive that name upon my confirmation. It was not a happy ending however.
At this time, God was calling me to a new responsibility, and it was a scary time. I no longer found the moral vacuum of my youth sufficient. Neither did I believe I could be sustained by some sort of vague innocuous spirituality (but not religious) type of nonsense. I needed something substantial, the sort of thing that would convict me to carry medicine through the snow and mud to the sick and dying, in the midst of a dangerous thunderous blizzard.
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