My friend the missionary

Between my freshman and sophomore year I considered dropping out of college.
I do not know how serious I ever was about it [a story for another post].

God did not design me to be a missionary [in the traditional meaning of the word] .

But my friend Bridgette, she is a missionary.

I don’t remember exactly how Bridgette and I meet.
It was in the same house I would call home more than any other place in Muncie, Indiana.

Maybe it was while eating pizza and dancing one Friday night?
Or maybe a Thursday House Church?
A Saturday morning Torah study?

I do know this:
Bridgette and I always shared a love for art, crafts, stories.
We shared a wall, laughs, tears and more.
We share a love for student ministry, at all ages.

Bridgette is not an oversees missionary.
She lives in an apartment.
She has running water.
But she is a missionary all the same.

Bridgette is part of The Revolution.
No, not a cult (even though we get that a lot).
It is the Ball State University chapter of Great Commission Ministries.

Great Commission is an organization that becomes part of a university.
The Revolution helps freshman move in, passes out water and immerses itself into the campus.

Bridgette felt called many years ago to go into college ministry.
While The Revolution is great, it lacks in female leadership.
Bridgette felt called to lead young women in a college setting.

Being a missionary on a college campus is hard.
Few want there, but many have nothing to give.

It is a critical time, a confusing time.
Students are finding their way.
It is a time where many leave the religion of their parents.

I am passionate about college ministry.
The Revolution was critical in who I am today,
where I am today.

If you can support Bridgette and her ministry to college women you can give here.

More importantly ask you to pray along side me for Bridgette and others involved in College Ministry.