I served lunch yesterday on behalf of our church, to sixty or so college students at the Baptist Student Union at our University. While composing mounds of build your own nacho/taco salads for hungry “kids” in their late teens and early 20s, a realization fell gently but heavily upon me: I’m a grown-up. It was like a light rainfall that’s refreshingly welcomed, and yet leaves you dripping and soaked. The thought was lucid, as I recalled my days in their shoes, giggling and flittering about, believing the inconveniences of school, work, and relationships to be the most trying, most dramatic life choices I would ever have to face. I thought that then because that’s all I knew. Life looked so different yesterday from the other side of the nacho bar. The 15 years it’s been since college has proved to be faith-proving, love-deepening, and foundation-crumbling, then foundation-firming. Yesterday’s rainfall washed away any […]