Recently, I have been really thinking about what the term
community actually means. It is a word that is thrown around quite a bit,
especially in Christian circles. But what does community actually mean? What
does true fellowship and acceptance look like?
When I was searching for a Christian college, community was one aspect that I seriously
considered. I wanted a school that had a “good” reputation for community.
Looking back, it was such a subjective thing to be looking for. The summer
after my freshman year, I wasn’t especially keen on coming back to IWU. I felt
that there wasn’t a sense of community at the school, and I wanted to find
better community somewhere else. However, I (finally) realized the truth:
The school wasn’t the problem. The lack of community here
wasn’t the problem. I was.
I wasn’t putting myself out there. I wasn’t taking up
opportunities to be in the community that God had placed me in, and so I blamed
the school.
I am so thankful to say that two years after the end of my
freshman year, I have found a tremendous community at school. IWU has become a
home to me, and the small “insignificant” town of Marion, Indiana has left a
huge impact on my heart.
This last semester was the hardest that I have experienced.
It was a large struggle academically and emotionally, and I felt that my
spiritual life was non-existent at times. However, I experienced the true
meaning of community more than ever before at this time of my hardest struggle.
This semester, I felt so loved by the people God had placed
in my life at this place. The encouragement was poured in, and God was using
relationships to rebuild me. There were so many nights of laughter and joy with
my roommate and housemates. There were coffee dates and lunch dates with dear
friends. There were class projects that became fun by the company of others in
them. There were office meetings with my professors, who have invested in my
life. In this time of struggle, there was opportunity. There was love. There
was fellowship. There was community.
Now, this didn’t come easily. There were so many times when
I didn’t want to leave my room. There were days when I struggled to wake up
with a good attitude, let alone be able to socialize well with others. However,
God gave me the strength to keep going- and to put myself intentionally into
community. To let people know how to pray for me. To make new friends and
maintain relationships with old ones. To get to know professors who wanted to
know me.
After this hard semester, I have been blessed with a
three-week May Term. Through this, I have been able to experience campus life
with a less academically-minded point of view. This time has helped me
experience even more community. Through trips to the park, taking time to go
out to coffee with a friend, maintaining new friendships, and even learning
someone’s name. To be more intentional. God has certainly been teaching me a
lesson in intentionality with community. And through this time, I have been
blessed by others who have shown me God’s love through laughter and
conversations and trust. I am so thankful for the community that I have found
at IWU, and the friends that have been made (either through classes, res life,
extra-curricular activities, etc). This is what life is about.
Through the love and encouragement I have received, I have
been able to re-examine the gifts God has given me and hone in on what God
wants me to do. When I came into school freshman year, I wanted to “change the
world” and I wasn’t sure how. I have realistically revised my mind-set a bit. I
am looking forward to aiding in God’s work through restoring marriages. Through
rebuilding relationships in families. Through helping couples begin their
marriages centered on Christ. Through research (yes- research!). I am so
looking forward to the new journey that is ahead of me in the near future, and
I am so blessed to continue to build my community at IWU, and be able to build
new community where God leads me next.
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