__A new year at BBC. Another chance to ascertain that which I have idealized since arriving freshman year. Each semester starts the same way: looking at my cumulative GPA and assessing what straight A's would do to it. Unfortunately history would lead me to another seemingly inescapable pattern: failure. The passions of my desires have yet to fully break the surface and present themselves as living breathing realities. Could this school year see this insurmountable surface broken?
__Week one and week two have once again awoke the reality that discipline and intelligence are not out of my grasp. Afternoons full of distraction free reading leaves me only thirsting for more knowledge to weave into my inner man. Here I make my claim for this semester; this is the resting place which I lie my hopes of reaching this looming surface. For here lies a deep distinction from my all too familiar early semester behavior. Whereas before, the A being my utmost and only goal left no understanding of, nor desire for, the journey involved in that treasure; but this semester sees the treasure not after the journey, but in the very journey itself.
__Still as distinct as this may seem, I fear it is not enough. Surely it remains enough to provoke the A, but now my heart tells me that the A is no longer a worthy goal. Even without having obtained the treasure, I feel it will not be satisfactory in and of itself. The A must itself become another riddle on the map; another piece to a puzzle that leads to greater satisfaction.
__In the face of this new quest I find myself realizing that there is and has been only one true tragedy of my time here at BBC: that I have not loved the Lord my God with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength. For without this love a 4.0 would be utterly meaningless, and through this love the journey would have obtained the utmost importance. Therefore not only would the A have gained greater value and meaning, but it also would have been more diligently sought after.
__Therefore this year, the journey is the treasure! And the map does not lead to the A, it leads through the A and straight to Christ!
__Week one and week two have once again awoke the reality that discipline and intelligence are not out of my grasp. Afternoons full of distraction free reading leaves me only thirsting for more knowledge to weave into my inner man. Here I make my claim for this semester; this is the resting place which I lie my hopes of reaching this looming surface. For here lies a deep distinction from my all too familiar early semester behavior. Whereas before, the A being my utmost and only goal left no understanding of, nor desire for, the journey involved in that treasure; but this semester sees the treasure not after the journey, but in the very journey itself.
__Still as distinct as this may seem, I fear it is not enough. Surely it remains enough to provoke the A, but now my heart tells me that the A is no longer a worthy goal. Even without having obtained the treasure, I feel it will not be satisfactory in and of itself. The A must itself become another riddle on the map; another piece to a puzzle that leads to greater satisfaction.
__In the face of this new quest I find myself realizing that there is and has been only one true tragedy of my time here at BBC: that I have not loved the Lord my God with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength. For without this love a 4.0 would be utterly meaningless, and through this love the journey would have obtained the utmost importance. Therefore not only would the A have gained greater value and meaning, but it also would have been more diligently sought after.
__Therefore this year, the journey is the treasure! And the map does not lead to the A, it leads through the A and straight to Christ!
