Finding the Fatherless: A Call to Fill the Gap
It was my sophomore year in college. I sat frustrated in the office of our campus minister, Chad. I don’t exactly remember what I was frustrated about, just that I needed to vent and I knew Chad would listen.
We had only recently been introduced, but he was intentional about meeting with me. Initially, I wasn’t interested. It appeared we had nothing in common. Chad is white. I’m not. He is short. I’m not. He listens to bluegrass music. I didn’t, still don’t, and likely never will. However, since he showed great interest in me I decided to accept his invitation to hang out, which we ended up doing about twice a week, meeting on campus to talk about life and Jesus, and my issues with authority, girls, and people in general.
Those were my issues in those days, and though I don’t remember the precise problem I was ranting…