A friend recently penned a picture of me on a napkin as we shared lunch together. His crooked lines and scribbles provided a portrait that depicted much more than myself. It helped me to see with new eyes the humanity that has been gifted to us. It has since kept me asking how to go about becoming truly human — how, in light of all my shortcomings, to adhere to the vocation of being created in the likeness of God. I’ve been led to wonder if humility might not be so much like putting on a garment, but rather a good and honest look at who we are, from Whom we’ve come and the hope with which we carry on, believing nothing we do is in vain.
Kyle enjoys the bustling streets of Kolkata and yet misses the peacefulness of life on his family’s farm in Indiana. This pretty much sums up his conflicted nature.