I volunteer as a mentor to college students at my alma mater. I work with an organization called InterVarsity Christian Fellowship.
And I love it. I adore it. It makes me happier than almost anything else I've done in the last 5+ years.
Tonite we had a meeting and our chapter president asked how we become a chapter that is passionate about God. Are we living like we are clothed with power from on high? How do we become that kind of chapter?
We discussed a bit and it's midnight, so I need to get to bed, so I'm not going to delve into the theological ideas and thoughts that went around. But, this conversation, this desire in a kid who's not even old enough to drink! This is hope to me.
I love my students. I love the girl in charge of socials that has had a tragedy this week. I love the girl coordinating our welcome table who is dealing with a bit of heartbreak. I love the super shy girl I know from my church town who is helping with the welcome table. i love the brand new girls I've just met. I love our bible study leaders. I love our emcee because she's real. I love them. And don't even get me started on our young men. We did a pancake party after our large group last Thursday. When we asked for a couple of guys to help with the cleanup, almost every guy in the room stood up and invaded the kitchen. Then they proceeded to wash dishes that weren't even ours! (sigh) I am in love. ;)
This is hope. Knowing that young people are still finding purpose and value in Christ. Knowing that when the rubber hits the road and mom and dad aren't there to watch that they still want to have God in their lives. Knowing that lives are being changed and impacted by these students that I get to influence, even if that influence is so small I, myself, can't even see it. That is hope.