If you’ve met me in person, there’s about a 98% chance I was wearing a college T-shirt (or hoodie if it was cold).
Why? It’s not just that I’m a fan of these colleges (though I am) or that I’m dying to be comfortable (which isn’t a big deal).
This is missionary garb.
I could be wearing a kimono, an elaborate headdress, some wooden shoes. But I’m not trying to represent missionaries to the Japanese, the headdress-wearing tribes (?), or the Dutch.
While I’m a big fan of all those missions efforts, I get the phenomenal opportunity to live in support of collegiate missionaries. Our tribes are Aggies and Rams and Hoyas (just to name the shirts in my field of vision right now). So I wear the garb of those tribes, reminding myself – and perhaps others – of the uniquenesses and glories of many of the tribes I’ve visited.
(I have a few shirts people picked up for me from other schools, so I happily represent those tribes, too!)
I have a dream that someday at Vacation Bible Schools, youth camps, career days, and church services these sorts of missionaries will spin tales of the greatness of serving among the campus tribes. We’ll wear our T-shirts, and we’ll tell our stories, and we’ll help raise up young people to one day reach the campus tribes, and we’ll help turn the affections of adults to the generation coming right behind them.
So that’s why I wear a lot of T-shirts.
But I recognize it’s not always appropriate to wear a T-shirt; I have a few collegiate polos, too. :)
Written from Lynchburg, Virginia
campus visit: Liberty University (the sixth campus so far)
yesterday’s T-shirt: the Hoyas of Georgetown University
new state: Virginia (the fourth so far, but it’s about to get crazy as New England enters the picture)
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