Student Bloggers

Emmie Lancaster

I entitled my first Urbana 12 blog post The Moment. This is a new chapter in that story:

Sometimes, life can be really difficult. The pursuit of Jesus isn’t always filled with thousands of fish or beautiful mountain top experiences or calm seas. Sometimes it filled with moonless nights, with nothing but the sound of our tears hitting the dusty ground to remind us that we still exist. And sometimes we come running to the throne shouting in joy at the victory in our lives, and other times, we come crawling to the throne with scraped knees to whisper past dry, parched throats: “I failed.” 

Eric Polanco

A few nights ago, a friend of from Northwestern’s eternal rival, the University of Chicago, escaped the clutches of his school to come hang out with me and a friend here at Northwestern University. We ended up driving forever to get to Culver’s, getting some good conversation in along the way. We eventually ended up at one of our hang out spots on campus, to which we began discussing the gospel.

I need to confess some things: I am so greedy. I am materialistic and self-absorbed, and I want to keep every last cent for myself. I make excuses not to give money or time or any of my resources to others each week, and I end up keeping most of it for myself. And yet, I promote my generosity before others and celebrate just ‘how far’ I have gone for the poor and the marginalized.

Some were made with tears and some after only brief prayers but regardless of how they were made, they were in fact made. I’m talking about the commitments we made at Urbana when Tom Lin invited us to make a decision and respond to God’s call. I think for many of us it was much easier to make such a commitment than it is to keep it. While in St. Louis it didn’t take much imagination to envision myself leading a cross cultural bible study. I was surrounded by missionaries, fed the word of God daily, and encouraged to indulge in the rich world of cross cultural missions.

I haven’t blogged for a while (too long actually). It’s like Urbana was so far away, but also there has been much keeping my mind at bay. It is interesting though to have passed enough time to be able to see people’s inspirations play out. Some examples – one campus friend of mine has been organizing GIG events for the general IV chapter at my school, as well as setting up prayer times for those GIGs. Another friend has been inspired to become more involved and invested in small group.

Emmie Lancaster

Can I just say God is so good? I remember the turmoil I was facing during Urbana 12, wrestling with why I even moved back into the dorms in the first place. All that came of it were several failed parties and many inconvenient fire drills. I became upset with God, because I could be in my really cute apartment living with my best friend by the river - but no! God had to bring me back here, where I felt old and out of place - and still nothing came of it. I decided to give up and get out of the Commons as soon as possible.

Charles Kim

Although it's only been about three weeks since Urbana, it seems like a life time ago. It must have something to do with the fact that I rushed over from St. Louis back to New York the very next morning and started my grueling schedule again one day after. It's been hectic to say the least and my schedule has been even busier than last semester. In the midst of the busyness, I have been trying very hard not to forget the things that God taught me during Urbana, and have tried to continually challenge myself to live out the convictions He gave me.

Emmie Lancaster

I realize I just posted yesterday, but I wanted to provide an update on how the Pasta Party went since many of you were praying for it. But first a quick history of the Georgia State University Commons: the Commons are one of the nicest dorm facilities in the state and the country - they are apartment style, featuring two or four single bedrooms with bathrooms, and then a shared common room in the middle.

Emmie Lancaster

The thing about The Crash is, we all know to expect it. We were told by numerous speakers and seminars leaders that it would happen - that there would be a moment when things look a little bit bleaker than when we rung in the New Year singing the praises of Jesus. We anticipated the moment when when fear, insecurity, laziness or busyness set in - maybe it came immediately, maybe it came gradually, or maybe some event triggered it, the only certainty was that it was bound to happen at some point. 

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