There’s not much I can say about the college years. 2 snapshots.
1. A “C” in Bowling.
2. On graduation day when I had my diploma in hand, my father approached me and said, “Well, I wasn’t sure you’d get out of here much less do it in four years. Good job. I’m proud of you.”
Still, official records aside, I learned a lot while I was there. Here’s the takeaway for me.
I wouldn’t say that Wake Forest was the most diverse school in the country, but I still met a lot of different people while I was there. I met some who became addicted to alcohol. I met some who became addicted to Jesus. I met some who had big plans. “Nothing better than breaking the law in the name of justice.” I met some who had other plans. “I just want to graduate and marry a Sigma Chi.”
Everybody’s trying to figure out who they are. We might not all be looking for the same things. We might not all be trying to get to the same place. I’m not talking about Heaven and Hell here. I’m talking about this life, the meaning and value we find in our existence. Everyone wants to matter, and at that age we all want to matter in a big way. Some are wired for a strenuous journey. Some need help to get down what by outward appearances is a smooth path.
Patience, grace, and mercy make the trip a lot easier, though. A lot easier.