A friend of mine just graduated with his masters from BYU in Provo, Utah. No big deal, right? The trick is, he lives in Rexburg, Idaho — 5 hours away. Each week for at least three years he would travel down for five hours, sit in a class or two for several more hours, then take the five hour journey home. Yikes. Then to add to the strain, about five months ago he was asked to be a Mormon bishop, a volunteer position that takes tons of time.
Yes, he’s definitely a master.
Not just because he has some piece of paper that says he’s earned some degree. But because in all this he has learned to master himself. To stick to an impossibly hard task. And put other desires and distractions aside for awhile.
I’m impressed. I’d love to be a master too and master myself, but man, it sounds like a lot of work. Hand me a lemonade.
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