This week was my first week back to campus. I teach English 101 at KU in addition to attending classes there. Walking around campus, as far as the eye could see down Jayhawk Boulevard, there are droves of students. Some are meandering to class. Some are chasing buses. Some are even walking around with boxes of books on their heads. (Okay, that was me coming from Wescoe Hall with a box of good reads that I got from my professor’s office!).
I used to think that I couldn’t bring God with me onto campus. I’m not ashamed of the Gospel. So, I carried in my purse a small New Testament Bible, anyway, that I got from Pastor Nancy’s giveaways. It made me feel that I at least made room for God in my scholastic pursuits. Then, bam! When I was walking to Bailey Hall, I happened to look down and saw this: Sidewalk chalk announcing a Thursday night worship service at Danforth Chapel on campus. I thought, “Wow, here I am making assumptions that campus communities are averse to the spreading of the Good News; and, look at this; folks are worshiping anyhow.”
Here’s just a little on Danforth:
“Danforth Chapel was dedicated in 1946. It was named after William Danforth whose grant from the Danforth Foundation provided the impetus for beginning construction. Students and faculty [at KU] also contributed money and labor to see their site for meditation become a reality” (Source: http://silc.ku.edu/danforth-chapel).
I consider my ministry for teaching and studying a dream that Jesus gave me to hold for such a time as this--when so many Millennial and Generation Z students need a comforting instructor. It is my labor of love. When we have a dream, that is a piece of Heaven’s treasure that the Holy Spirit gives us to carry through our toiling in this world. How silly of me to think I couldn’t bring Heaven’s dream to school with me.
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