If you're interested, here is an article about today's convocation. (FYI, the article fails to mention that President Falwell forgot about the "spoken word" artist at the end, so he dismissed the students. When quite a few people were out in the aisles on their way out, he realized his mistake and called everyone back, so there was mass confusion for a little while. That was pretty funny.)
This week has been very convicting so far. On Monday, Nik Ripken, a missionary who had spent years in Africa (in/around Somalia) shared how he often felt like repaying the Muslim extremists with military violence. "The Old Testament sounds really good to me," he said. "An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth." But then he reminded us how Jesus tells us to love our enemies. The truth is, many Muslims have never heard of Jesus, because the church "didn't get that far." They never had the chance to believe and act any differently.
Apparently one of Mr. Ripken's friends fell on his knees before God after 9/11, asking God to forgive, not the terrorists, but the church because they hadn't reached the Muslim world with the Gospel in time to prevent terrorism. That was a whole new perspective for me.
One of Mr. Ripken's Somali coworkers literally walked for 5 days without food across mine fields and under barbed wire to get to the Ripken family because their son had just died. The coworker was amazed that Christians know where they are going when they die; Muslims don't. He asked Mr. Ripken, "Why have you Christians kept this to yourselves?" That's not really what I would expect a Muslim to say, but he did.
Today in Convo we were told that the Scriptures might very well be translated into every language within the next 20 years, which of course brings up the verse: "And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in all nations... and THEN the end will come." It should make me excited, but it's kind of a scary thought. "The end" means the Tribulation, the Antichrist, Armageddon, the whole nine yards. Of course, it ultimately ends with Christ's return, but there's a lot of trouble that has to happen first. I've known that the end would be coming soon... but I was still startled to think that it might be THIS soon. I like my happy little world, and I really don't like being reminded of the ugliness outside. This is a very wrong point of view, I realize, but it's where I am right now.
Which raises the question, in light of the soon-ness of the end of the world, how should I live? The weight and enormity of these realities makes even going to college seem trivial by comparison. I want to kind of brush it off and go on my merry way... but then again, I don't. I don't want to be one of those virgins who forgot to trim her lamp and was shut outside when the bridegroom came. I don't want to be caught sleeping on the watch. I want to be ready and doing the will of my Lord when He comes. But His will is SO big and SO heavy.
Often I feel God calling me to commune with Him, but I feel guilty for not doing my devotions (or whatever the situation might be) and I try to tune Him out, kind of like Adam and Eve hiding in the Garden of Eden. For some reason, I let myself believe that interacting with Him and listening to Him will be this awful, painful thing... but really, truly walking in fellowship with God is when I feel the most free, the most alive. Yet I tend to go into auto-pilot and just kind of drift along in life, when I should be actively leaning on Him. Only then can I focus on and do His will without buckling under the enormity of it all.
Anyway... that was a different post from what we've done so far, but I wanted to share that, and get it written down. I would appreciate your prayers as I learn how to walk with God and also consider what part He wants me to play in taking the Gospel to the nations. Thank you so much!
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
Friday, September 12, 2014
Ok, guilty as charged. I share Ms. Miriam's and Anna's love of alliteration. =)
|Anyhow, here's a quick look at life at Liberty! It would be rude to take pictures in class, or I'd have some of those, too. =) Hopefully we'll get a couple of video blogs up soon-ish, too. We'll see. Homework has picked up somewhat, and we've had some really late nights this week. I'll say this, too: We finally understand why people make such a big deal over the weekend. =)|
|The second week of classes, Liberty hosted a film festival!! We got to see pre-release screenings of two Christian films on Thursday and Friday evenings. One was "Beyond the Mask" by Burns Family Studio... the same people who made "Pendragon," if any of you have seen that. Only, they've improved dramatically since then! It comes out in theaters in the spring... everybody go see it!|
|This is us at the film festival with Elizabeth, our other new film friend. =) She doesn't have any friends back home who geek out over behind-the-scenes videos, so she's been really excited to hang out with other film nerds. =)|
|Mealtimes are also studying times... and this is one of my favorite books to study! Screenwriting is also my favorite class so far!|
|There's a food court in Green Hall (the building on the far end of campus where the film program is located), and I've really liked their food so far!|
|We also got Pizza Hut for the first time last week from the food court in the library! (I know, it's odd, but I'm not complaining!) Yum... nothing like a personal pan pizza and cinnamon breadsticks!|
Saturday morning, Rachael made a second attempt at using the potato pancake mix, and it was somewhat successful. Tasted more like a cross between hashbrowns and grits, but it was nice to have food we cooked ourselves instead of getting it from the cafeteria! (And now we know why the other girl in our dorm put the potato pancake mix in her "free for the taking" box.) =)
Also, we just tried out the SubConnection in Green Hall the other day... you order at these computerized kiosks and pick your meat, bread, toppings, etc... then pick up the finished sub at the counter! Cool!
|This is Rachael with the most recent of at least 6 birthday packages! She's gotten everything from a luggage dolly for her cello, to a collection of colorful Sharpies, to instant oatmeal packets and M&Ms!|
|We also realized it was a good idea to stock up on "meals" we can eat in our dorm, hence the oatmeal and prunes. =) (The prunes are for me, by the way. I don't think Rachael cares for them.)|
|We've been getting a lot of packages lately! It's great to get an e-mail from the post office saying they have one package for you, and by the time you get there they have three!|
|Two of my most recent packages have been full of snacks from my grandparents. =)|
|We've gotten so many boxes that we have a whole stash of empty ones under our bed. =) And this isn't even all of them... there are a couple Rachael hasn't opened yet, and we've thrown some away!|
|So far we've Skyped (or had a LONG phone conversation) with our families at least once a week. It's wonderful to see their faces and hear their voices!|
|Of course, we can't Skype forever, |
because we have homework to do...
|I love how Rachael leaves her books on her desk...|
|From my "Fundamental Accounting Principles" textbook... I feel like I did when I heard about "imaginary numbers" for the first time!|
|Rachael's been looking for "contemporary" plays to use for assignments in her Acting I class, and I saw this shelf one day when I was studying in the library. I put the picture up here just because I thought it looked cool. =)|
|Once a filmmaker, always a filmmaker... Rachael's cinematography class has affected the way she sees everything, and she likes to take pictures of things so she can remember/replicate them later.|
|Finally got around to putting up the rest of the pictures and wall hangings I brought... it's fun to have reminders of you guys hanging on our walls!|
|Here's the other side of the room... we've had at least 2 people so far walk into our room to talk to us, and then randomly stop, stare at Katherine's drawing, and ask, "Who DREW that?" =)|
|Rachael's new cello teacher wanted her to practice while looking at her hands and bow in the mirror. Because the one on our wall was too high, Rachael rigged her hand mirror to a desk lamp with rubber bands. =) Necessity is the mother of invention...|
|For my brother Christopher, who plays the French horn. =) Adam and Greta are amazing players and fun people, too! I love to hear the lovely French horn sound floating out from the back of the orchestra...|
Well... that's all for now, folks! Tomorrow is the first home football game, and we'll be going to at least part of the tailgate and the first half of the game. (Confession: I just want to see the marching band at half-time!) On the other hand, I'm coming down with some sort of cold/sore throat thing, so we'll see how I feel tomorrow...
Saturday, September 6, 2014
While waiting in a long line of unfamiliar faces, I decided to look through old pictures on my phone. Pictures of my siblings goofing off, of Fun Ballet Attire Day with dear students, of memorable times with friends, shined across the small screen. And the feelings suddenly pounded within me:
What I wouldn't give to be back there right now.
Just feeling my Dad’s arms around me, hearing the contagious laughter of Mom & my siblings, seeing the faces of my friends I know & love all around… I even miss the smell of my carpet!
In Angie Castells’ article “17 things that change forever when you live abroad,” she wrote:
“A food, a song, a smell. The smallest trifle can overwhelm you with homesickness. You miss those little things you never thought you’d miss, and you’d give anything to go back to that place, even if it were just for an instant.… Although deep down, you know you don’t miss a place, but a strange and magical conjunction of the right place, the right moment and the right people... There’s a tiny bit of who you were scattered among all the places you've lived in, but sometimes going back to that place is not enough to stop missing it.”
I then remembered that I am doubly homesick - aching for my earthly home, but aching even more for my heavenly one. Pieces of a world I've never seen but know I belong to appear in memories fraught with a warm, comforting sense of belonging. It can be so hard to pin it down, but it appears in small things - a strain of music, a giggle of my sister, or a few sentences of a powerful story. And then I don't want it to ever end. One of my favorite parts of The Giver (Lois Lowry) I put below, just because it reminds me of this feeling.
“There are so many good memories,” The Giver reminded Jonas. And it was true. By now Jonas had experienced countless bits of happiness, things he had never known of before.
He had seen a birthday party, with one child singled out and celebrated on his day, so that now he understood the joy of being an individual, special and unique and proud.
… He had walked through woods, and sat at night beside a campfire. Although he had through the memories learned about the pain of loss and loneliness, now he gained, too, an understanding of solitude and its joy.
“What is your favorite?” Jonas asked The Giver. “You don’t have to give it away yet,” he added quickly. “Just tell me about it, so I can look forward to it, because I’ll have to receive it when your job is done.”
The Giver smiled. “Lie down,” he said. “I’m happy to give it to you.”
Jonas felt the joy of it as soon as the memory began. Sometimes it took a while for him to get his bearings, to find his place. But this time he fit right in and felt the happiness that pervaded the memory.
He was in a room filled with people, and it was warm, with firelight glowing on a hearth. He could see through a window that outside it was night, and snowing. There were colored lights: red and green and yellow, twinkling from a tree which was, oddly, inside the room. On a table, lighted candles stood in a polished golden holder and cast a soft, flickering glow. He could smell things cooking, and he heard soft laughter. A golden-haired dog lay sleeping on the floor.
On the floor there were packages wrapped in brightly colored paper and tied with gleaming ribbons. As Jonas watched, a small child began to pick up the packages and pass them around the room: to other children, to adults who were obviously parents, and to an older, quiet couple, man and woman, who sat smiling together on a couch.
While Jonas watched, the people began one by one to untie the ribbons on the packages, to unwrap the bright papers, open the boxes and reveal toys and clothing and books. There were cries of delight. They hugged one another.
The small child went and sat on the lap of the old woman, and she rocked him and rubbed her cheek against his.
Jonas opened his eyes and lay contentedly on the bed, still luxuriating in the warm and comforting memory. It had all been there, all the things he had learned to treasure.
“What did you perceive?” The Giver asked.
“Warmth,” Jonas replied, “and happiness. And – let me think. Family. That it was a celebration of some sort, a holiday. And something else – I can’t quite get the word for it.”
“It will come to you.”
… Jonas hesitated. “I certainly liked the memory, though. I can see why it’s your favorite. I couldn’t quite get the word for the whole feeling of it, the feeling that was so strong in the room.”
“Love,” The Giver told him.
Jonas repeated it. “Love.”
This internal longing… God has truly “set eternity in the hearts of men.” This is one of the reasons I love The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis so much. He describes with such skill and clarity what Lucy feels in Aslan’s Country, how the former Narnia had only been a fading, broken shadow of this new Narnia. It could not begin to be compared. Every bit of the old Narnia that she had so loved found itself in the new one, vibrant and glorious - a thousand times better - and never to fade away.
So, with this homesickness, I am reminded of a place to come where there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. A place where God’s people will all fellowship together in perfect love; the struggle will be over. Where we can sing the praises of the great Author, devoid of selfish intentions or heart-distractions, but purely in spirit and truth.
Natalie and I are doing well & settling into a routine. The homesickness has laid off a good deal since I started this post around 2 weeks ago. We've made some friends and campus feels more like home and less like a foreign country. It’s crazy to think we've already been here 3 weeks!
I hope to finish our first video blog soon.