Short Lyric Essay About A Job(English 305 Paper #1.5 -- draft)

National Youth Minister.

“Hi! Most of you know me by now, but if not I’m Edward, I’m 21 and I’m the crazy guy that keeps running around, I wanted to tell you a little bit about why I’m here today”

Three minutes… that’s all I get, to touch you with my words. Three minutes and my time is up. Three minutes to tell of my life, and my conversion. The pain and the redemption. Everyone has pain, that’s why I’m up here… everyone, but what is your pain? I’m looking at you as I pray in my head, I’m looking and wondering what part of my life are you supposed to hear? You’ve been in lust? So have I… You’re into drinking? I did it four to five days a week. You’ve done drugs?

So what if you’re smart, I’m a genius… a 1550 SAT… 12 AP tests, National Hispanic Merit… #3 in state competition… you think you’re cool? Do you see how you’re friends respond to me? Do you see how they laugh? How you laugh? People think I’m cool too.

But what does it matter?

I’ve searched for excellence… I’ve searched for love… I’ve searched for friendships; I’ve searched through drinking and a few drugs… I’ve searched, and it’s empty.

“I looked up from my book, and saw Him. There in the Eucharist. In my heart I cried out, ‘You’ve been here the whole time, and you didn’t TELL ME!’ I should have fallen flat on my face, instead I went back to reading… but my burden was light.”