PRIDE.

in new genre we had to dress up like one of the 7 deadly sins.... one we know we struggle with.

to study...

i read quotes of estella's.

asked michelle how i struggle with pride.

meditated on the times over the last year i've hurt people because of it.

and wrote down all of these instances, quotes, and thoughts.

i wore a turquoise dress.

i had peacocks feathers painted on both my inner wrists and one on my right foot.

you could only see these if i stood in the jesus pose ( hands outstretched, tender side exposed, one foot in front of the other).

i crumpled up the papers i wrote on and created a garland with the paper, feathers, and flowers.

i made a crown of the paper and leaves.

we didn't know what we were going to do until class today.

we made a very sad parade.

a sin parade.

all over west campus... interacting with people in our silent, single file walk.

but it was what we did when we came back that really was beautiful.

we took communion together.

i can say honestly that i've never felt communion's importance so keenly as in that moment.

it wasn't saturated with emotion.

it was true church.

and we had it on the floor of the drawing and painting studio.

with my new genre class.

all of us just gathered around the bread and wine meditating on our own dilemma of self and staring at this body broken.

kent said some really beautiful things, "this is whole, but it will be broken as we take from it what we need."

i don't think of Jesus like that.

then we washed each others feet.

sometimes... i really am amazed at my school.