a few more years shall roll

Now that classes are in full swing, and the campus is buzzing with activity, and chapel services are completely packed out, my job makes so much more sense. I realize that one of the challenges of being overseas for the summer is coming back to the quiet of August on a college campus. It’s not til the students show up that my work takes on its fuller significance, and it’s easy on a quiet day at the beginning of August to forget that. But I remember it when I am sitting on the steps outside Carter Hall talking to students and staff about what we’ve seen in other parts of the world, when two girls drop by my house for quick visit since they were in the neighborhood, when I shared a meal with a senior who’d just returned from India and we just realized we were dealing with some of the same challenges in returning home, when a student shares how God has changed her heart over the weekend and I can see the gospel shining in her face as her eyes well up with tears of joy.