Saturday morning I went to my first college party with alcohol as a main source of entertainment. I thought I had escaped this pinnacle of college existence because there is only one week left before I graduate. I went to the champagne breakfast for English majors and after only fifteen minutes, one girl was on her fourth glass of champagne and there was no sign of slowing. Near that time several of the English professors started taking shots of some strange Chinese liquor out on the porch. About half the company was also slightly groggy and maybe hung over from the celebrations the previous night for Cinco de Mayo.
And yet, I did have a good time. I was slightly entertained by my fellow graduating English majors who are strange enough on their own merit, but it was only enhanced by the little bit of alcohol. Even more interesting however, was gettin asked several dozen times what I was going to do with my absolutely worthless English degree. And surprisingly enough I and another guy who is doing missions were almost the only ones who had set plans. Not only that, but my plans opened up multiple oportunities to share my heart for God and what He had done in my life. I actually ended up sharing my whole testimony with one of my professors. Wow, that was freaky.
All in His Hands.