Here I am, about to head back to my hometown for the weekend. The very first time I've seen my family since that tragic, unavoidable farewell in the parking lot of the Kirtley Residence Hall.
I should be anticipating what I'm going to do when I see my mama. I should be plotting how I'm going to surprise my brothers, since they don't know I'm coming. I should be mentally organizing all the stories I'm going to tell my dad. At the very least, I should be planning what to wear to my high school's rival football game tonight.
But instead, I'm thinking about how excited I am to study. To be more accurate, maybe I should say "estudiar"... since my enthusiasm for the courses I'm taking includes the Spanish 102 class that I have at MMI.
Now, anyone who really knows me KNOWS that I don't like to study; usually, I just don't do it. I'm a listen-in-class kind of learner.
But then again, I've never taken interesting courses. (No offense, high school teachers!)
Now I find myself with 16 hours of legitimately interesting material - though next semester may be a different story, since I'll be taking math and history. :/
Tuesdays and Thursdays are my favorites because I have Old Testament with Dr. Brooks, Introduction to Missiology with our missionary in residence, Judson 101 with Dr. Arnold, and English Composition with Mr. Turner.
Without a doubt, hands down, no question about it missiology is my favorite thing ever. It's a small class, consisting of 10-ish students. On the first day, which was last Thursday, we all shared a little bit about ourselves, attempting to get to know each other. Then our teacher shared her testimony with us - which nearly brought me to tears. She was so real with us, so open and honest...even in the tough parts of her story. Every time we've met since then, the class has opened with the sharing of prayer requests, followed by a word of prayer.
I was hoping that this would be a place where I would be able to grow spiritually, and be better prepared for the mission field and the work that God has set apart for me to do. And Judson is exactly where that's happening.
However, I never dreamed that my views would be challenged, that my ideas would be questioned, that I would actually begin the process of figuring out for myself what I believe... rather than being spoon-fed my Truth by my parents and those around me.
But on my first day of college (last Wednesday) I found myself in a state that one could label as "highly offended." Yep, right here at good ol' Judson College, a womens' Christian College, in the heart of Dixie, a big fat loop on the Bible Belt holding up the Conservative Christian mindset of the deep South. It was the first time I'd ever heard science taught as bluntly liberal as by Dr. Wilson.
After five classes though, I've calmed down. And though I'm not at a point where I can agree or disagree with him, I can honestly say that I am thankful for the things he is teaching. Yes, "fundamentalist" Christians, this sweet little Southern belle just said that she's grateful for liberal teachings. Now, pick your jaws up off the floor. (:
You see, I've never heard these things before... except for "at a distance." So I find myself questioning: How can I reach those who base their theology strictly on science - without any regard to the word of God - if I had never even heard the other side of the argument? I would be totally ineffective, utterly useless... and I'd look pretty dumb too.
As an evangelical Christian, I see things through the spectacles of the Gospel... eventually. Sometimes it takes me a little while, like in my present situation.
I have come to realize for myself that everything points to the Gospel. Everything in the galaxy of Scripture revolves around the Son on the cross. Every decision made in church business meetings should therefore revolve around how far the said proposal will take the Gospel. Every prayer request mentioned between Christians should focus more on the soul, rather than on the sickness. Every word we say, in every situation, should be part of others' journey toward salvation.
God is using my first year of college experience to mold me into the disciple-making disciple that He asks me to be. So... yay for Biology!