“I am graduating in May.” I can’t say how many times I have uttered this phrase, pondering the days leading up to May 17th and those that will follow. That blessed and dreaded date looms.
As I looked ahead to my last semester of college, I prayed, “How, Lord, am I to contribute to my campus during these last months of college?” On a recent visit to my home state of Indiana I was reminded of a gift the Lord desires to give us all. On the eve of Easter I was en-route to a friend’s house on a typical country road outside the city limits of the semi-bustling “metropolis” of Indianapolis. Trees still stripped of their foliage by the long winter and the setting sun were reflected by the farm fields flooded by recent rains. The sight, though simple, was beautiful. I was reminded of a prior drive across the same road. A full, harvest moon illuminated the stalks of corn towering above my car as I shot along in the dark. On Easter’s eve I knew those flooded fields would soon again be the walls of corn I remembered. The wintry dusk would be replaced with spring and later a typical, humid Indiana summer. For the Midwestern girl that I am those fields were a comfort and a reminder of God’s provision to the heartland – and to all of us – year after year. The greatest reminder of this provision, however, was in the empty cross we celebrated the following morning. That moment driving along the roads in the place where I have lived my whole life was a reminder of who our God is. He is a God of hope. Because He is faithful in keeping His promise, we have hope.
Hope was one of my motivations as we birthed this first issue of The Vox Populi. I believe the creation of this publication to be one of the unexpected answers to my prayers. It was conceived late one night, locked away in a room in Fulton with my roommate, Abigail, and within a week we were amazed by the number of people eager to contribute. We love Gordon – with all its strengths and failings – and we desire to create a place where all the issues, thoughts and activities that happen on this campus can be discussed - with a healthy dose of hope. I pray that the Vox would be a place where we as a community can give thanks for the things we love and can discuss our complaints, frustrations and angst in a constructive manner. We look forward to your submissions.
