After deciding earlier that I would let school slide a bit, so that I could do ‘more important’ things with my life, I got slammed on my last assignment.
I still don’t really care for my grades, but my urban ministry prof, one I greatly admire, called me out on it, and wrote this to me:
Lon; I really like you, and in making time to meet with you, I am in fact saying that I believe God has his hand on you. You are so much smarter than this. This is OK, and from many others I would let this pass. You have the potential to shape the church. If you think this shallow you are dangerous. I hope I am not just annoying you because I am really trying to say “there is so much more in you”.
Take a chance; risk; come dance with me. Bend me out of shape.
Make me have to be brave to keep up with your thinking. We could have fun.
He wrote more in response to me than I did for my entire paper. It really wasn’t my best effort, and I admire him all the more for taking the effort in setting me straight.