Conversation

I love conversation. Spoken word is truly a lost art waiting to be found again. I've been touched by several great interactions within the last 24 hours. I was filled with anxiety today before a Spanish speaking exam, but a conversation with my friend Lauren calmed my fears. My dad visited Messiah for lunch and I enjoyed the words we shared. Several other exchanges blessed my day. I received great advice yesterday to never fear conversation.

I'm off to NYC for the first time in these 19 years and 24 days of living. Liz and her dad have invited me for a short trip to kick off fall break. I'll be sure to take many pictures.

The realities of college life are hitting me. All the talk about keeping GPA, life plans, mission statements, balancing a social life and homework, being healthy and spending enough time in fellowship tend to stir up some butterflies in my stomach. I know I'm here for a reason, which God is revealing to me slowly but surely.

Jesus and the Disinherited

First update of college life...I'm just going to start out with today. There are so many things I could say about the past few weeks.

My first year seminar is very loaded. Today we discussed a quote in the book "Jesus and the Disinherited". It referred to Christianity as seemingly "impotent to deal...with the issues of discrimination and injustice on the basis of race, religion, and national origin." I was a little overwhelmed when my professor started talking about the name that early Christians established for Christianity...and the name we still create for it today. Thousands were killed if they didn't believe the gospel, homosexuals have been repeatedly judged and hated by Christians, wounds in the process of healing have been torn open with hateful remarks. Unfortunately, this is how the world views my faith. I stand on the Word that I know is true, and I believe in Jesus Christ with all my heart, but I wonder if people would accept my love more easily if I professed faith in Allah or Buddha or some other false god (simply because of the name). It hurts to think about how my Jesus has been misrepresented.