I've never really known what I wanted to do with my life after college. And I've always been a very indecisive person anyway. I'm the type of person who will stand at Baskin Robin's and stare at the ice cream, as if willing one of them to call out "pick me! pick me!" so I won't have to decide.
I don't really want to live in the States. I want to go someplace different. Someplace exotic or saturated in history. Just someplace other than . . . here.
Mission work -- vocational, I think -- has been the one thing I've been fairly certain about. I played around with the idea of becoming a general physician and setting up a clinic in the steamy jungles of South America. Or maybe I could get a degree in education and set up a school in some African country starved for learning. In either scenario, I can see myself working with the church in that area, "plugging myself in," as my dad says.
But lately something different has crept into my mind: journalism. I love to scribble and I love exploring. My mind even thinks in questions. . . And I could go abroad to cover stories. I could go to foreign countries and immerse myself in the culture to write. And I would never grow bored. . .
But the only thing -- how would I integrate my Christianity into a journalism career?
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