Coming Back East.
So when I wrote this like 3 days ago, I was en route from LAX to JFK for the last time for a while. I’m just awful at publishing blogs on time, but from here on, it’s written from that perspective:
There are a lot of mixed feelings going into all of this going home business. Granted, this might just be justification for bawling my eyes out during the Justin Bieber movie, but there’s definitely a handful of emotions swimming around in that heart of mine. Just kidding, I’m not that sad of a human being—but the movie was sick. I’ll admit that much.
Ah shoot, I’m such a loser.
I remember the last AfterDark chapel of the year. It was about a week and a half ago, and it couldn’t have been the more perfect cap to my freshman year. Gun to my head, I can’t remember what was said during the sermon, but I do remember this picture: Calvary Chapel—your typical cliché sanctuary set up, still stuck in the 70’s—was absolutely packed, because it was one of the last opportunities to get credit for the year.
Sometimes I like to think it was just because we’re all so spiritually motivated, but let’s keep it real here.
Anyway, I was on the side of the chapel, packed into on of the back rows. I was surrounded by the people I would consider my closest friends at Biola: new friends I had made throughout the year on my side, and one of my closest friends from high school right behind me. As I was looking around the room, I saw friends I had made during orientation and never talked to again, I saw the girl I took on one sorry date, I saw new friends I had made in classes. I saw people that I gigged (maybe even giggled) with, I saw people who brought me on to play with them in chapels past. I saw people who I knew had wasted their year, and I saw people whom—by the sheer incredibility of their life experiences—every fiber of me wanted to emulate. And when I came out of my people-watching trance, I realized what we were singing as a worship song: tt was a simple chorus that just repeated, “Our God Reigns.”
Movie-like. I swear.
As I’ve made friends, and maybe made a few crappy choices along the way, I have to admit that I had the best year of my life being a freshman at Biola. I wouldn’t change a thing, and hindsight being 20/20 there’s no question every facet of the year had God’s hand in it. I don’t mean to throw around Christianese, but there’s no way I made the friendships I made, adventured the places I did, accomplished everything I did without God providing the ways to do it. I don’t blame Him for the mistakes I made, but I thank Him for the grace He gave for me to keep on going.
This year was amazing, He is even better. Here’s to a great summer.