Collegians are at a hinge moment, when they really are “growing up” in a way they haven’t before. That means we have the chance to bring deeper theology to hearts that yearn for spiritual maturity, and that’s a good thing.
But sometimes in the pursuit of so-called “depth” they leave behind the infatuation and basic-ness and childlike-ness of earlier years. Sometimes we college ministers accidentally help them do that.
When students emerge from any ministry I’m a part of, I do hope they’ll be full of truth. But I want to be good at discipling wonder and adventure and fun and love and like, too.
So when, for example, they read the first chapters of the gospels, I do hope students see Incarnation and Emmanuel and the set-up for Propitiation. But I also want them to get really excited about a baby jumping in the womb, another baby in a feedbox, a muted old man and his preggers wife, a rumpled young couple without a place (or a marriage) to have a baby, an angel’s “Shazam!” out of the black night, the lowly shepherds’ big news, mysterious visitors from Foreign Lands, an evil king, and a dream-inspired flight to Egypt. If our Lord’s advent was nothing less than advent-ure, perhaps the rest of our faith is, too.
Sometimes, our students lose the shock and awe of Christianity. I’m not exactly sure how to guard those things, but I can try.
Because we’re supposed to prove “the glories of His righteousness” AND the “wonders of His love,” right?