By Kedrick Nettleton, Faith Editor
There are a lot of things for a graduating senior to be anxious about.
First of all, of course, you have to be sure that you do graduate, which means taking care of the schoolwork that remains on your plate.
For many, this includes wrapping up capstones or final theses, meaning that those ideas you’ve had in your head for two years finally have to actually coalesce into something real.
You’re actually going to have to finish – and you’re going to have to do so while writing those final papers or completing those final projects that are a part of the end of every semester, including your senior semester.
Not an easy task.
Then you have to figure out what comes next. Now, I’m not saying this is hard for every senior – there are friends of mine who know exactly what they’re doing after May 17.
Some of them are headed to grad school, and others have jobs and apartments lined up.
They’re going to step seamlessly into their new life, no prob. They’re excited, and I’m excited for them.
But I know just as many others who have no idea what’s happening next. I include myself and my wife in this category.
We have leads, sure. Lines in the water. Eventually, something’s going to bite, and we’ll be fine.
But until that point, what we have is stress. Loads of it.
And we’re not alone.
Even with all of these stressors bouncing around inside my skull for the past few months, I’ve become aware of something else that I’m worried about: losing my spiritual foundation.
That sounds more ominous than I mean it to. I’m not talking about losing my faith or rejecting the church; I’m talking about leaving the strong spiritual environment that I’ve come to enjoy here on Bison Hill, and leaving some of the people that have become mentors in my life.
Because I am leaving. It’s happening.
My wife and I are leaving Oklahoma, we’re headed to a new adventure.
The church that we’ve come to be a part of will be left behind.
Our professors and mentors here on Bison Hill can’t come with us.
We’ll have to find a new church family. A new small group. New people that we can open up to about our faith, that we can encourage and be encouraged by.
And like it or not, I’m going to miss the environment of faithfulness that Bison Hill encourages.
Think about it. First of all, we have chapel. I know that these can be annoying at times – I know that you’re certainly not just amped to go every Wednesday.
But these services, I’ve found, have a way of really sneaking up on you.
Often it was the Wednesdays when I least wanted to be there that I found God speaking to me the clearest – and what He was telling me, often, was to slow down. To focus up.
Then there’s the classes themselves.
It’s an unusual thing to have Christian truths sprinkled into your study, into your disciplines.
This isn’t going to happen at work. My boss isn’t going to stop a staff meeting to make connections to the Gospel.
There won’t be a spiritual life office at my company. There won’t be an RA or an RN asking me how my walk with the Lord is going.
I’m trying to say that we’re inundated with the Christian message around here, and while I know that can feel annoying at times during your college career, it’s a blessing. An unusual blessing.
At no other time of my life will I have all these resources to grow spiritually.
I’m leaving that behind, and it’s a worry to me.
Sure, OBU is a bubble. But there’s a part of me that’s going to miss that bubble