Aren't they...well, they're hideous. But they were home. The Townhouses. I was a resident assistant (RA) for three years at The University of Akron, and this is where I lived with three other RAs during the school year. Over the course of three years, I had approximately 11 roommates (there may be one I'm forgetting). One is now a gospel singer. Another one is a missionary living on the other side of the globe. A couple of them work in higher education now.
And the Townhouses have been demolished.
The good old U of A (which is also Tickled Pink Tammy's alma mater, as I learned at She Speaks!) has to make way for bigger and better housing structures. Ones that will hold more students and be flashier, I'm sure. Such is life. Out with the old, in with the new.
But there's a story from these Townhouses that I'd like to share. During my second year as an RA (my junior year of college), I lived with Kristy, Colleen, and Renee. I think it was the only year I had the same roommates from the beginning of the school year to the end. The other two years, there seemed to be a revolving door on our townhouse.
Colleen and Renee went to church. They had Bible studies. They prayed and stuff. They had devoted Christian boyfriends (to whom they're now married). They were really nice.
I didn't do any of these things. In fact, Kristy and I called them "The Christian Coalition" behind their backs.
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When I think about that year and the things I said and did to my roommates, I'm incredibly embarrassed. I've spoken to both of them since then and even asked forgiveness for being a jerk. They were kind and both said the equivalent of, "Well, we knew what you were going through. We just prayed for you to figure it out."
And I did. Eventually. Took about two years after I lived with those girls, but I came around.
Is there someone in your life right now who needs to "figure it out?" Someone who is feigning Christianity, or doing Christianity "lite?"
I'll tell you, those girls never preached at me. They never said, "Hey, if you're a Christian, you need to straighten up, woman." Because they knew I wasn't really being a Christian. We had a few conversations, sure, but they were all very non-threatening. Made me think, but didn't make me feel bad. They never acted like they knew better than I did, and they were never ashamed of their faith and how they were living it out.
But they prayed. For me. And here I am, a girl who writes about God all the time. Who'd have thought?
Who can you pray for today? Better yet, who can I help you pray for today? Send me an email and I'll help you pray for your friend. Because we all need people praying for us. You never know what might come of it.