I interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to share with you a new summer adventure: In a couple of days I will board my first-ever trans-atlantic flight and fly to Ireland. With the exception of the occasional jaunt into Mexico (and, really who counts the occasional jaunt into Mexico?) I have never really been out of the country. This is in spite of the fact that I am considered one of the jet-setters of my family.
As a result I will be taking Faith Unscripted off the rails between now and when I return, the first week of July. Expect anything but our regular conversations while I am away. I do not know how much time I will have to write, or when I might have access to the internet. But when I do, I will probably be posting thought, pictures, and whatever else I can during the trip (maybe even a video?). Also keep an eye on my twitter feed (see the feed to the right of your screen on most browsers, or follow me at twitter @nickybarger). We’ll return to Monday Inspirations and “thoughtful thursdays” as they normally appear in early July. For now, this trip is sure to be both inspirational and thoughtful.
Why Ireland? Well, for one thing, why not Ireland? Simply speaking, the Brehm Center offered two courses there this summer, and I was determined to go. The more complicated answer is this: this is what I came here for. I recently sat in an office with an advisor trying to work out my schedule for the rest of my time at Fuller. Though my time with her was productive, and her services helpful, it seemed apparent to me that she thought that my choice to go to Ireland was a waste of time and money. “You have no more electives, you realize these won’t count, don’t you?”
Bless her, it was her job to point that out to me. But frankly, in that moment, all I could see was someone who just didn’t get it. You see, I am not on an specific pre-planned/known-to-me career-path that required me to get and MAT in order to advance professionally. But, let’s be clear, my degree is more than mere “personal enrichment”. I am confident of my call to Fuller, and despite my ignorance of God’s plan, I have no doubt a plan exists. I am in the rare but not unique position where I have to pick and choose the education I get, because on one hand I need to fulfill the requirements set before me to graduate. But I also need to get in the classes that resonate with that cord God plucked in me that made it clear God was moving me to Fuller for a reason. Without a doubt, the courses I am required to take have value, and I do learn from them. But, just the same, I have to keep an eye open for those classes that I suspect have more to do with God’s plan for my life, than the Registrar’s plan.
So, then. Ireland.