1 | 2 | 

I grew up, for the most part of my life, in a Christian family. I myself believed into the Lord Jesus when I was in second grade and was baptized when I was 13. Since the beginning of my salvation, I believed the Lord was my friend. He loved me and was always there for me. Because of such a relationship, I determined my college years were going to count in God's eyes. Others immersed themselves in academics and the social life, but I wanted to be for the building up of the church (1 Cor. 14:26). Not to say I was "perfect" in college, but by the time I graduated in December 2003, I still loved the Lord. One reason was due to Christians on Campus.

The club gave me a way to "flee youthful lusts and pursue righteousness, faith, love, peace with those who call on the Lord out of a pure heart" (2 Tim. 2:22). Whether the people involved in the club were my peers or older or younger Christians, they ministered Christ to me when I saw them on and off campus. Many times I would be so physically and emotionally drained by the evenings, but I would be nourished physically and spiritually when I met these Christians in homes for dinner and fellowship. Furthermore, I especially treasured the times when an older Christian sister would pray with me when I was going through hard times. These and many more experiences were what got me through college. -- B.L.