Several times over the past semester I have compared my experience at JUC to that of Frodo and Sam at Mount Doom. I don't mean to imply that it has been a miserable or traumatic experience. Certainly there have been elements of misery and trauma as are common in life, but it has been a wonderful blessing to spend two years on this "journey" to my MA. The point is, though, it has changed me. It has changed us. There is a handful of other hobbits, dwarves, elves, and men who have been with me on this journey, some for the full two years, some for slightly less time. We have traveled together, explored, studied, learned, hiked, swam, endured burning sun and freezing rains and flying rocks, watched sunsets in desert skies, shared meals, shared rooms, laughed together, prayed together, studied the Bible together. There is something about living in a foreign country where there is the combination of so much ancient history (especially Biblical History) and so much modern conflict. There seems to be a general consensus: after this, it's going to be hard to fit back into life in the States.
However, fortunately for Frodo and Sam, journeys always have an ending. This JUC journey is ending for most of my companions.
One more meal together before more departures. |
A few of us help my roommate of two years pack up. |
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