A little over 30 years ago, I was sitting at retirement party at Beacon Chapel, the church I attended while in Bible school, when I had one of those life changing moments.
I was about two years removed from dropping out of Washington State University after having reached what remains the lowest point of my life. I had run away from the church and my faith, and as a result I was suffering from incredible inner turmoil that made it nearly impossible to focus on being a student. As God so often does, he used this lowest of low points to grab my attention and seize my heart. I often joke that I dropped out before I got kicked out, but the truth was that God was showing me something different. I didn’t know, entirely, what that something different was, at the time, I just knew that I didn’t belong at Washington State University. So, I left.
