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Poster Name:
Preach

<strong>Subject:</strong><br />what your letters mean<br /><br /> Poster Message:
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Stay with me ladies. I know some of you hoped to see another article that was like… “Pi Beta Gamma Thi’s are LIKE BEYONCE. Always fierce, sassy, yet sweet.” But no. I can’t because no matter what happens or has happened to you during rush– your worth does not come from three Greek letters on a comfort color XL t-shirt. Many girls around the nation are currently in the process of sorority rush. Some are the PNMs and some are the sorority girls. Many more young ladies will go through this process next semester. And many others from all ages have already gone through this process. My freshman year I was obsessed with rush. It was exciting. I couldn’t wait to see what my letters were going to be. I couldn’t wait for bid day and to run into the house that would be my community for the next four years. I thought my worth was dependent on the letters I wore. Now, as a senior I laugh at the freshman I once was who thought bid day was the biggest day of my life. It is scary to think I once found my identity in something from the world. Something fading, not satisfying, and man-made. Yes, my sorority gave me community and some of my greatest friendships, but my worth never came from my letters. My worth comes from being a child of the King of Kings. My worth comes from my Savior. Not from the letters I throw… My worth comes from the one who said “I love you this much” stretching out His hands to show me, only to have his wrists stabbed