By Meghan Vermeer
When I first came to campus as a scared little Freshman, I remember listening to a certain speaker. I’m not sure if it was chapel, class, or just unsolicited advice from an upperclassman. Or maybe it was something else entirely. I don’t remember. Honestly though, it was probably chapel; this was back when we had it four days a week!
But anyway, the unknown advice-giver said something about how we should honor God in everything we do. Pretty normal, right? I’d heard it a thousand times before.
Then, they said we should honor God through our studies.
Through our essays.
Through our homework.
This was a completely foreign concept to me. I knew that we were supposed to honor God in everything we do and that he wanted all the good stuff, but he even wanted my homework? I didn’t even want my homework. But, somehow, it began to make sense to me. The whole reason I came to NWC was to be a student. My entire life consisted of studying, and if that’s the case, then God should be a part of that too, right?
I worked really hard to remember God while I was studying. I tried to think of my Christian perspective while reading a text for class (this was particularly easy in Christian Story I, but not so easy in an algebra class). I loved the idea of pausing to devote my study time to God, of thinking of Him in the most mundane moments of my life. So I did it. I prayed every time I sat down to study, and I found that I was more prepared and more excited to work than I ever had been before because I was doing it for more than just myself.
I think back to that time, and I’m a bit surprised by myself. Not that I tried to honor God with my studying, but rather, that I hardly ever do it now. When did studying and working on homework become more about checking tasks off a list than honoring God by furthering my education?
Being a junior, the excitement of the first year of college has long-since worn off and I find myself wondering what would happen if I started to devote my studies to God once again.
If I love my major now, how much more could I love it if God was in it? Would it make me a better student? Would I learn more by devoting my studies to God? Would it make me a better teacher in the future?
Does any of that even matter? “Of course it does,” you say.
But maybe all that really matters is that God gets all of me–the best stuff, the eh stuff, and the bad stuff.
It doesn’t matter what’s in it for me. What matters is that I’m in it for Him.