It’s a chilly, drizzly day in central Kentucky as my wife and I have returned to Asbury University where we met (it was Asbury College then) and where our son is now a junior media communications major. We’re here for Homecoming weekend and the annual N3RD Trebuchet Pumpkin Launch.
Yesterday I had some time to spend walking around campus remembering, reflecting. That’s something I always try to do when I’m back because this place is significant in my life. This place has a lot to do with who I am. It was in this place that God met me, time after time. When I didn’t know how I was going to pay for tuition. When I didn’t know what path my life would take. When I couldn’t understand why I lost my Dad when he was only 49 and I was only 20. But here among these bricks and stones God still meets me. He reminds me that I am his and he is mine.
When the children of Israel were crossing the Jordan into the Promised Land God told Joshua to have men from each tribe bring large stones to place as a remembrance to how they had been delivered. These buildings, these walls, these sidewalks here in a small Kentucky town are my stones of remembrance. Here God met me. Here he meets me again. I know that this is not the only place where he does that. But this remains a special place and I know that when I am here I can hear him say “remember.”