Campus minded?
So it’s an interesting phenomenon, I have been repeatedly placed in situations where Campus Ministries comes up. First, I land an amazing oppourtunity interning at the PAOC’s BC district office under the Campus Ministries Director (John Engels). Then this fall, I the only internship that I can find is talking about Campus Ministries and starting something there.
Maybe I’m reading into it, but I’m now seriously involved in planting a new ministry at Douglas College in New Westminster. I’ve been to a Campus ministries retreat, called emerge. And coming home from Missions fest, i’m on the skytrain and I start talking to a random stranger about college… and casually mention the campus ministry at her college.
It’s funny because John is always talking about how “we have a wonderful plan for your life”. Something to think/pray about (if i’m not overthinking already), but maybe John’s Plan for my life is God’s plan for my life?
It has become increasingly hard for me to express emotion and the feelings I have for those who bring meaning to my life. Today marks yet another occasion, where I must say goodbye, and seek to express the feeling of grief for a distant yet close friend. Liz Brayford. Of all the people that have been put in my path to bring encouragement and blessing, Liz was one of the strongest.
As a tradition in my family, there are many people that we apply the title of “aunt” or “uncle” to at a young age, as to maintain a level of respect. Liz was one of these people, I have always known her as ‘Aunt Liz’. In more recent years, this term has shifted, rather than being a term applied out of respect when I was young, it became something more familiar, of family.
There are many moments that stick out in my mind of how she was a blessing, for some it was simply the use of her pool and acceptance into her home. For me it was this and more. I called her my fearless defender because when I was a preteen she would defend me from the incessant teasing of my family. In more recent years it was getting to know her on my own, and I will never forget how she introduced me to some friends as like a son.
Saying goodbye is never easy, and today I was informed that Liz had lost the battle to Cancer. Today Liz is in heaven with her Father.
Saying goodbye to another person who has blessed my life, reminds me of all the others that I tend to neglect. God has blessed me with so many people to encourage me in my own faith and the journey that I walk everyday. I am reminded of those who I have had to said goodbye to, and are with Liz in heaven.
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Well… it’s almost over. The break that is. And no i’m NOT ready to go back to school.
This Christmas has been both productive, and somehow unproductive. I’ve managed to accomplish a lot for watoto, yet nothing for myself. And I am left yet again scrambling to catch up for the next semester. “ouch”
On monday, I move back to school. For what will definately be my last semester. While there is some question on whether I can manage to pull off gradding this year, I have decided definitavely that it will be my last semester at the college. Any credits which i might end up lacking can be made up by Distance Ed.
I’ve been presented by many people with the question: “do you know what you are doing after school?” I hate this question because it makes me seem like i have a lack of focus. I have no clue what I will be doing, But there are endless possibilities. I don’t know if i’m ready to become a pastor, but that’s a possibility. I can just work and pay off student loans. I can go and work in a completely different field, such as computers. Who knows.
The one thing i do know… is that I am ready to move on. It is time to put the chapter of bible college behind me. It is coming to an end, and it is time to start a new page, a new chapter. And that my friends is Exciting. I may be weary of the learning process, but I have concluded that the quickest way out of Bible college is April. So I will press on and finish the race, very likely that it will be just as I started.