The other day when I was driving to the post office, there was a young guy on a motorcycle in front of me with a Hell’s Angel jacket on. Right away, my mind thought of John, the beloved disciple. You are probably thinking – Huh!? As you recall, John and his brother James were referred to as Sons of Thunder. I love this because it reminds me that Jesus didn’t choose people to follow him who were completely refined, but he chose people who were willing.
Our oldest has left the nest and is learning to fly as she begins her first year at Taylor University. She is attending the university that I went to so that is quite exciting. Since Taylor is located in Indiana and she is a girl with a lot of stuff, we loaded the car and took off for a nineteen hour long journey. We arrived five days early because she received a cultural diversity scholarship which is part of the international student program. I was invited to be part of the program and it was an amazing time. I would like to share with you some of the emotions I experienced while walking around the campus. It took me back to my initial days of arriving on the same campus thirty years ago.