I have a story that I really wanted to fit into my sermon for this coming Sunday, but it just wasn’t working. So I thought I would share it here instead.
My freshman year of college, I applied to be an RA (resident assistant). This was something that I felt I needed to do. My brother had been an RA all three years he could while he was in college (the same college I went to), and being an RA meant free room and board, free meal plan, and a small stipend for working the front desk. This would immensely reduce the amount of loans I had to take out, and it would look good on future job/grad school applications. So when I received the letter that I was not chosen, I was distraught, to say the least. I felt like my whole future was crumbling away. I wasn’t good enough to be an RA, so clearly I wouldn’t be good enough to get a job after graduation. I felt like God had left me, because I had prayed continuously to get this position. What was I supposed to do now?
When my sophomore year started, I went to the activities/clubs fair to get all the free stuff. I noticed that one booth was giving away some really cool hats with flames on them, so of course I went over to see who they were. The guy there was from a local Campus Life group for Beech Grove High School. After learning more about the organization, I wrote my name and email on their list and took one of the hats. Not long after that I received an email from another Campus Life director for Southport Middle School, and I eagerly wrote back saying I’d love to volunteer. After all, I had a lot of free time since I wasn’t an RA.