Where shall I begin? Most of the events I’m going to describe happenend less than a year ago, so they are fresh on my mind.
To start things off, I have to speak about last summer. After I got back from a missions trip to Canada, my family moved to Kalamazoo, about an hour and a half from Lansing. The m0ve was different for me; yet I knew I wouldn’t be at home much longer either. Plus, that put us an hour and a half (it cut the driving time in half) from college and of course: Andrea. In the last days of June, Andrea arrived back from Mexico for good. She had been gone for almost a year, yet we still did not completely know eachother as much as we wanted. Thankfully, I had the same two days off in a row every week at work, and the driver distance was now half of what it was. That all translated into me being in Chesterton two weekdays a week for most of the summer. Our relationship truly grew into love that summer. Andrea’s mother, Mrs. Leslie, was becoming weaker, but she was still able to enjoy the blessings of God very much. I really got to know Mr. and Mrs. Leslie very well last summer–the rest of the family too. I am truly greatful to God for giving me that time to spend with Andrea and her family before school even started.
So Little Time
In early August, I received a call from Andrea who was at a Fall Push bus meeting at my bus captain’s home. There she told me that I was going t0 be leading a bus for the month of September. “Wow! Me?,” I thought. It was quite overwhelming to hear all of that, and know that I would be responsible for a bus full of children from a depressed inner-city. At the same time, I was very excited. What an incredible learning experience that was going to greet me when I moved back for the school year!
And that it did. I was able to head up Bus #95 for five weeks: Fair Day, Skate Day, Candy Drop Day, Zoo Day, and Patriotic Sunday. I have a ton of stories from each week, but I’ll highlight a few here. Fair Day went extremly smooth for us (they had changed the name from Circus Day after 30 years of it being that). Skate Day is a story and a half! It downpoured for three days straight, and Sunday was the worst of it. But, praise God, all of the busses had a great week despite the flooding that made nation-wide news. Anniversary Sunday was a lot of fun for everyone, and no real obstacles came about. I think I had 12 parents ride my bus that day too. Then their was Zoo Day–our biggest day, and with no lost children at city zoo for the third largest city in America! I am grateful to God for giving me a ministry oppurtunity last September where I was able to see new familes accept Christ and become regular attenders.
Coming swiftly at the heels of the Fall Push is the actual season of fall (ironically, the Fall Push is mostly during summer). In late October–one year ago–the engagement event was starting to be in play for Andrea and I. We went to 
an apple orchard together with her family, while enjoying all of the sights, smells, and treats of the season. Then on November 1, I took a day off of school to visit my parents…as well as buy a ring! Then on November 14, we were engaged. Some of you may wonder what the “whole story” of our engagement was, but that’s not what this post is about. This is supposed to be about college! But after we were engaged, life began to move extremely quick.
In late November, Christmas lights came and went. Andrea and I went with my junior year roommates and their respective others to the Weber Grill in downtown Chicago. It was there that I discovered HUGE pretzel rolls with cheddar cheese spread. Glory! Anyways… Something else that determined where Andrea and I are at now happened that same night. I had an interview with Assistant Pastor Chris Starr of Mt. Zion Baptist Church in Brogue, PA about working at the church as an intern. I had heard great things about Mt. Zion from plenty of people at Fairhaven, so I felt confident that this could be God’s will for us. Pastor Chris is now one of the biggest mentors in my life (whether he believes it or not!). God would pave the path plainly over the next few months.
Early in the first semester, I had the opportunity to preach alongside of one of classmates at Fairhaven Baptist Church’s New Years service. I was so nervous, even if I didn’t look it! God led me through that whole process! It was such a blessing for me to preach about having a thirst for God in front of the church which I had grown to love and admire. It was one of the highlights of college–not just because I was able to preach, but because God had changed my life through men behind that same pulpit I was preaching from. I remember listening to men like Bob Kelly as a sophomore in high school from that same pulpit. It was then that I knew that God wanted me at Fairhaven. And then I was somehow preaching to the same church. What a humbling experience!
Wedding planning seemed to dominate the second semester of school. I was finally beginning to realize that college was not going to last forever. There is a life outside of Fairhaven Baptist College. Reality really began to hit when I met with Dr. Voegtlin about what I was going to be doing after graduation. He told me that Pastor Starr was probably going to be asking me to come to his church, and that I should prayerfully consider. His words to me were, “I don’t know of a better place for a church planter to train and minister.” Just a week or so after that meeting Pastor Randy Starr called me–another huge mentor in my life now. I accepted the offer after truly finding God’s will in the whole matter with much prayer and seeking God. My new bride and I were going to Pennsylvania in early June! Then there was even more preparation…
Classes during my senior year were eventful to say the least. Two of my “interesting” ones were Articulatory Phonetics and Second Language Acquisition Methodology. 
Both are linguistics courses for future missionaries that help develop tools for language learning. We all had a great time in those classes, and learned a lot from them. My favorite though was Systematic Theology. I just loved digging into the Bible and seeing all about God and his plans for us. Especially the doctrine of salvation–we learned about all of the terms: justification, sanctification, redemption, adoption, atonement, regeneration, etc. It all can sound so complex and “deep” to the average Christian. And it is true that salvation is very deep. The greatest truth I learned from that teacher is that salvation is so simple that a small child can understand and be born again: not even knowing what one of those terms I just mentioned means; but also so deep that we can enjoy our “so great a salvation” even more the more we discover the richness of God’s love.
In the process of discussing our wedding and honeymoon plans, Andrea and I decided that she could go back and visit her friends and ministry in Mexico once more before we were married. The airfare was fairly cheap at the time, so it seemed worth it to both of us. However, Andrea’s mom was becoming extremely weakened through her battle with cancer. We all knew that it was terminal, which made us give this little trip for Andrea a second thought. After gaining some wisdom about the situation, we decided that Andrea should still take the trip. Looking back now, we realize that God was in that whole process, even though it may be hard to explain to someone not directly involved. So Andrea left the Tuesday of Volleyball Marathon, and was going to be back the following Thursday. That Friday because there was no school, I took a trip home to visit my family. It was early that Friday afternoon in March that I heard that Mrs. Leslie had passed away. I knew that my main responsibility was to get Andrea back home as soon as possible. She was able to be back the following day, praise the Lord. The funeral was uplifting, to say the least. It was joyful: how a funeral should be. It was the kind of joy where some sadness was shown, but overall God received all of the glory in the life of a sold old Christian servant: twenty years as the “dorm mom,” with countless “daughters” serving God with their husbands all over the world. The college girls sang “So Little Time” and “Let the Lord Have His Way” as two specials for the service: perfectly fitting for Mrs. Ellen Leslie–now my mother-in-law in heaven!
As my final year was coming to a close, God continued to work. Preaching Conference came at the end of April as normal, and spoke to my heart about something. David Cloud preached a message about the “Emerging Church” and the effects that it already has had on fundamental Baptist churches. After the sermon, Dr. Voegtlin challenged all of the graduates of Fairhaven Baptist College to stand. I believe it was sad to him that some graduates fall into the temptations of changing things and making churches more like the world, and less like Christ. What a message! I think I am going to write an article to summarize all of this sometime in the future, and what it meant to me…
Graduation was speeding up on us! Cap and gown fittings, graduation testimonies, finals, and rehearsals were all common words during those last few weeks. Then one week after that, I was going to be married. And two weeks after that I was moving 500 miles away to “Countryville”, PA–fully involved in the ministry in which I was trained for. Exactly six days before graduation, myself and another college student were soulwinning on our bus route in Gary. We knocked on one door when a lady who looked extremely familiar to me answered the door. I couldn’t place her, though. She said that her children used to ride the bus to Fairhaven every Sunday. But both of her sons were killed in a car accident about 2 1/2 years before. Then it all clicked to me…and her! This was Joseph’s mother; the boy I had led to Christ during the Fall Push of my sophomore year! That’s why they had suddenly stopped coming to church! She told be that he and his brother were riding in the bed of a pickup when they were rear-ended on the corner of 23rd and Garfield. They both died instantly. She couldn’t stand to be in the house where they had lived with her only two children, so she moved to where we knocked on her door that afternoon. I knew that he was saved, though. He was in heaven! Because of me? Of course not. God had miraculously led our paths together so that Joseph could be redeemed! Praise the Lord! I told his mom that, and she started to cry tears of joy. She said, “He told me that he was a Christian all the time, and knew that he was going to go to heaven some day.” This was all of the Lord’s working! “…Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners…”
My class graduated on May 14, 2009 at 7:00pm. Pastor Wilbur Unger preached the commencement–the same pastor who I had helped for two weeks the previous summer. He preached a message on standing and working. Everything seemed to be perfect that night…except college was completed for me. It seemed a little sad to me, believe it or not. There was going to be no more living in the dorm, Christmas Lights, cafeteria dining, snack shop, college basketball, passes, chapel…now its on to real life, I guessed. It’s hard to believe that all of this was just five months ago–to the day, actually. It seems so long ago. I can’t even express in words how much I love Fairhaven Baptist Church and College. I owe so much to God for leading me there. Andrea and I both have huge responsibilities also, to stand and to be instant. We have been given far to much to just throw out and say, “Well, yes, we graduated from there, but let’s not talk about that right now.” Instead, we owe a huge debt, spiritually speaking. In any ministry we are involved in from now until the day we die, God’s Word must be the cornerstone. We are not to be pleasing men, the world, or ourselves; but the Lord Jesus Christ. We are to be zealous and hardworking in everything that we do, defending the faith in every step. That’s what I got from Fairhaven Baptist College, and that’s what Andrea and I will continue to stand on.
n sounded good again. So I took a taxi (another bad idea, they said), and told them to take me to the Zocalo. I had read that if you get a certified taxi, you are safe though. I paid the extra and got the certified one. Now, I know just a little bit of Spanish; but I figured as a HUGE multi-cultural city there would be plenty of English-speaking people…not! For the next hour, I walked around, guarded my wallet, and took some pictures.
Ever since I can remember, I have loved learning about the past. It all started as a little five year old boy watching a cartoon movie I vaguely remember called The Rescuers Down Under. I first realized my love for history and geography then, and specifically during a certain part where they showed a world map and a few places an urgent message traveled to. I had a Fisher Price Globe that lit up and everything–on it I followed that part of the movie when the message traveled. It was on that globe that I began to learn about all of the places on it–starting with oceans and continents, then going into countries, mountains, cities, and landmarks. Then my parents got me my first world atlas as a gift, and a road atlas too. You may think I’m weird–getting a road atlas as an eight-year-old, but there’s something in me that enjoys studying maps and knowing exactly where I’m at.