My dad died a week after my academy graduation. That fall I left home for Union College. I didn’t have many friends, I was away from my family, I didn’t have a father. Worst of all, it seemed that God had left me.
After a few months of wrestling with my doubts, I decided I needed to believe in God, even if I couldn’t. So I pretended.
One evening a friend convinced me to play my cello for a song service. People began stopping me on the sidewalk, telling me how much they enjoyed my music. Campus ministries student workers began calling, asking me to play at more programs.
I met a lot of people through my involvement in campus ministries. It didn’t take long to figure out what was different about them—they were real about God. They loved Him, and they showed it in the way they lived. They didn’t have all the answers. But they believed, and their belief was contagious.
I’m not the same person I was two and a half years ago. Being at Union helped me deal with the loss of my father and find God again. I learned what it means to believe in God and use my talents to serve Him.