Memories

Memories

This weekend dad decided to pull out the family photos because our family renunion is around the corner. As I was looking at pictures of myself growing up, I could not help but notice how much I had changed, the lessons I was taught, and how religiously centered I am now. After leaving USM I left a lot of friends behind and I also left a legacy, which to this day lasts in some organizations I helped. It is the “what would Tyler do notion”. My whole life has been dedicated to helping people. The only ting about life is how it shows you the “real world”. Since leaving USm I can count my friends on one hand. It is because of this that I have started a deepening of prayer because I am afraid I am going to loose the thought of “humanity”. I have often considered entering a monastery but some monks decided to fight the battle on the streets and meet their fears head on.

I see the violence of this world and it causes me great pain every time I see it because I have discovered something within me that I wish other people could find. A lot of people have told me that I have touched them in some way and I do not see it. They said I have this uncanny way of showing people that there is hope. I just try to do the right thing. I guess my theological journey is over and the walk in the “real world” begins. I have found a job and will now work on my student loans. Mabye one day I will get a master degree. I was so sad when I left USM. I miss the Choctaw people so much and there are people of other tribes that I miss as well. Most of them have become family. I do not fit in where I am now. I concentrate on philosophy and try to engage in philosophical conversation but I guess the place I live in is not such a place.

I dream of one day going to another country and studying. I want to grab as much knowledge as I can and put it into good use. Some people have taken knowledge and used it for evil. I want to combat that and use it for good. With the knowledge I gain I can go into third world countries and try and make a difference. I am one of those people who want to go into Tibet and save the Tibetan monks who are beaten daily by the Chinese government. I want to go to the Vatican and learn everything I can about my Christian faith. I want to feed the poor, cloth the naked, and teach the faith. I find myself wondering if I would be on the same path knowing the same things in high school as I know now. I Strule on the daily bases, dealing with the fact that I am no longer included in the intellectual spectrum. I write in my journals, I read my books, but what impact am I making. I guess all of this boils down to the fact that my work is not done yet and what road will I be given next. I pray to God that he will pave the way for me to further my education. If it were not for the Catholic Church I do not know where I would be right now. God has been so generous in finding me a job. I hope that he is as generous helping me to further my education.

Tyler Meador
“Because of the diverse conditions of humans, it happens that some acts are virtuous to some people, as appropriate and suitable to them, while the same acts are immoral for others, as inappropriate to them. “
-Saint Thomas Aquinas-

Why Violence?

Why Violence?

O Goddess of the Americas I ask you, with your torch burning bright, why must there be violence?
To the man sitting without a home, I reach out to you with open arms.
To those who have nothing to wear, I will cloth you!
In this land of plenty why must we resort to violence?
I see before me fields of dead soldiers and a land that has lost it rights.
The people starve for a greater day, and you only turn your back…
As a land of freedom, why must we resort to violence?
In a land of free religion and free speech why are people fighting for a “Supreme God”.
O Goddess of the Americas you stand tall with your torch in one had and a proclamation to the poor in the other.
You could feed a third world country and yet you want more.
You could help those who could help their selves but you choose not to.
My knees are bleeding from prayer, my eyes are sore from crying, and what else can I offer?
Will I see hope once again?
Will I see freedom once again?
Will I one day resort to violence? Will I as many other loose their humanity?
I stand before you today as a philosopher, a person of prayer, a person of charity and WILL NOT RESORT TO VIOLANCE!