Sunday, March 6, 2011

The Chapel bells seem to say to me...

Today I heard the Chapel bells from the 6th floor of the library. This is something rare since I almost never hear them; I'm usually in the building when they chime. I sat down at the round study table with the sun shining from the window with the Chapel in full view when I heard them today; it was providence. I love the Chapel. Its blue dome top holds the cross high and proud. It has become my symbol of every reason why I began school at the University of Dayton. I'm not Catholic...not at all...but having their symbol of faith around every corner, I have kind of adopted it as my own in a way. It is a sign of faith and hope. It has withstood the test of time and it represents more than a church, but sacrifice. Sacrifice. That's what I have been doing to come here. I have given up my time and money, fear, and have challenged my family legacy. For these reasons, the Chapel has special meaning to me and when I sit at the round study table with the sun streaming through the window and see the dome of the Chapel holding the cross high, it gives me comfort. I know I'm in the right place...in the 6th floor of the library studying.