There was a guy at Liberty that said something that became legendary. It was before my time, but it’s still something that I have heard as a joke from God only knows how many people here. There may have never been three words that were more true ever spoken at a university in the world. What are those three words?
Jeeshus ish aweshum.
I’ve known that. I’ve always known that. It’s just amazing how I’m reminded about it so much, especially lately. As you may or may not know, depending on how much you’ve read on here and how well you know me, I recently turned down a job at Liberty. I felt God was calling me into the ministry. Because of that, I felt like I needed to get into a church and get some experience this summer. So I looked up internships and applied at a couple and just left it in God’s hands. I had absolutely no clue where I’d be this summer but I knew that if it was what I was supposed to be doing, it would all work out.
The first church I applied for was Oakleaf Church in Cartersville, GA. To apply, I had to go through a guy at Westridge Church in Dallas, GA. The internship was at a church plant, working with a new church. It wasn’t youth but I thought it could be cool and I could get some youth experience as well. When I talked to the guy at Westridge, I told him about my passion for working with youth and all of that. He told me if things didn’t work out with the church plants, maybe I could do something with the youth at Westridge. I was thinking alright, awesome. Whatever happens, happens.
I knew that I couldn’t put all my eggs in one basket, so I started looking around for others. I found an internship at Heritage United Methodist in Clearwater, FL. Clearwater? Florida? Frickin sweet. I sent my application in, got my letters of recommendation (which were awesome by the way) and got ready to send those in.
I got an e-mail last week saying how the churches in Georgia were meeting and we should know by April 1 if we were selected for an internship. Well, as of last night, I knew I had a day or two before I would know for sure about Westridge. In the time between applying and now, I had heard nothing but good things about Westridge. Apparently everyone up here knew about the church. The more I looked into it, the more of a connection to Liberty I found and I found out how great of a church it really was. I was hoping big time I would get it.
This morning I wake up and have an e-mail from Westridge Church. They want to talk to me today and asked when a good time to call was. I e-mailed them back and went on about my day. Tonight after football practice I was sitting around the FOC when I got the call. I’m going to be interning at Westridge Church this summer working under their Family Life pastor. Frickin sweet.
Jeeshus ish aweshum.