My husband works full-time as a staff member for Christians on Campus at UC Berkeley, which means that our life pretty much revolves around the University calendar. Sometimes I feel like we are perpetual college students who never graduate. We live three blocks from the campus and this weekend is move-in weekend. As a I drove around the neighborhood this morning, there were already tons of cars double parked on the streets, fathers busily unloading boxes from the minivan, mothers trying to hold back the tears and not worry too much, and the eager young kids who can’t wait to begin their journey of independence.
Every time a new fall semester rolls around, I experience conflicted emotions. On the one hand, I’m reluctant to part with summer, the only time of year when the streets here are relatively quiet and uncrowded. Now, that peace will be shattered, as once again the students return and descend on the neighborhood en masse, bringing with them their loud partying and late music playing. Sigh. I guess we could always move, but then the Lord reminds me of why we’re living here in the first place. Both my husband and I had pivotal experiences of the Lord in our college years; for me, college was when I really felt like I started to “know” God and I also learned a lot about myself. The experiences I had in those four years were life-changing, and I don’t think I could have had them if I had not found a community of believers to fellowship with.
Both Larry and I, as college students, have been on the receiving end in terms of being cared for by families who opened their homes to us, fed us, gave us rides, prayed for us and with us, etc. I think that is what motivates us to be here. It’s a real joy for us every year to have students in our home, and as they get into our home, they get into our hearts. It never gets tiring to witness the miraculous process that some of these kids go through in these four short years, as they grow from being immature, selfish teenagers to young men and women who know and care for God’s desire and purpose. If our small home three blocks from campus can contribute to that process just a little bit, it’s all worth it, even if it means occasionally enduring a little loud partying and late music playing.