Just an interesting observation that I had today. Today was my last Sunday at College Church. Last Sunday of course unless I someday move back and such, but trust me…I love the Nampa/Boise area but I’m not going to be around anytime soon(unless my sis needs something really important). Anyways, after trying two different churches in the area I ended up walking across the street to College church one of the first Sunday’s I was here at as a freshman and well…I haven’t gone anywhere since. Combine the fact that I had a great opportunity to play with Ryan Ketchum on a weekly basis, plus the amazing Hiltys (the couple that just started teaching the University class) I pretty much found a home. Now, I’ve been through some crazy changes and things with my church here going from a regular college student to participating and then a youth intern and then back to just attending. It’s been great to build relationships and such with people who are now my friends. What leaves me scratching my head is the way in which I think that I’m going to miss my church (all the thoughts and emotions suddenly rushed in while playing this morning) more than I’m really going to miss the school and such. I mean, ya…I’ve built some good relationships and a few friendships with folks around the campus, but something just hasn’t felt right at times (like a lot of relationships that we have), and to tell you the truth, the relationships that I’ve built with some of the people across the street are well…to strong to just end when I leave here next week. Ya, the Hiltys are just the leaders of the group but really they are my friends, and as I was sharing with Mel some of my plans for the next couple weeks and such…and she was totally connected with me, ready to go through all of that with me type of connection and well…one knows that they are loved, missed and will not just be a number on the roll sheet.
So…I think that’s how it’s supposed to work, and yet, how many of the people at our school have relationships like that…and how many of the people that walk through our church’s doors (generally speaking) find a place that they call home. I’m not talking about the place that ‘fits’ their view of church the best, but who actually find people that are willing to risk personal and emotional harm to get to know them on a real and genuine level. Just something to think about…cause there really is no place like home wherever that is.

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