It was said that the Steelers' run to Super Bowl XL was so
perfect that it could never be scripted. The same could be said for what's
happened to me in the last two years. I originally went to UB with the
intention of getting my Ph.D in French with a specialization in film studies.
It didn't work that way for three reasons. One, I couldn't find an advisor who
would let me specialize in film. Actually, if I'd gone to UConn, like I almost
did, there were many advisors I could have had. But anyway, two, the reading
list for the comps was about eight pages long. Three, I'd pretty much decided I
didn't want to teach. So then, what was I doing? It was November 2007 that it
all started. I met my best friend, who, like me, turned out to be a Steelers
fan. My mom says to me, "How do you meet these people??" Seriously,
you've seen my wardrobe, Mom...you still need to ask that question? But back to
the story.
For my friends who aren't at UB and don't know, my friend's name is Ben. He's a football player - former UB punter and future star NFL punter. He had me over to watch the Steelers play the Bengals just after Thanksgiving break. As I remember it, he asked me if I believed in God, although he says that he asked me if I went to church. Which is possible, because I could have taken it and run with it, but anyway. I said no. Now I've had a lot happen when people find this out. I've been told that the reason why I have what I have is because I didn't accept Christ as my personal Savior. I've been told I was going to Hell. I got none of this from Ben. He told me that God would heal me. He asked me to go to church with him, just once. I did put up a fight. Like saying I had stuff to do. And then when he did talk me into it, he says, "See you Sunday," to which I'm like, "For what?" But we went. He led me through the Sinner's prayer afterward and we kept going after Christmas break.
I got baptized on November 11, 2008 during Vintage at the Chapel at Crosspoint. I gave a testimony in front of about 700 people. And the next day, I started running. God's promise through my best friend was coming to pass. This past Friday, I went in for a CT scan, and they found that my shunt had disconnected itself about a year ago. And I'm still alive. I've learned that all things are possible if you believe. And I believe it. God works in mysterious ways, He does. I came thisclose to going to UConn for school. If I'd gone there, I'd have never have met Ben. I would never have been brought to Christ. It's all just too perfect the way it happened. And because of it, that friendship means so much.
I'm home for right now, and hope to get to Pittsburgh. Proverbs 16:9 says that "in his heart, a man plots his course, but the Lord determines his steps." So I may get there, but from here, I'm going wherever God takes me.
For my friends who aren't at UB and don't know, my friend's name is Ben. He's a football player - former UB punter and future star NFL punter. He had me over to watch the Steelers play the Bengals just after Thanksgiving break. As I remember it, he asked me if I believed in God, although he says that he asked me if I went to church. Which is possible, because I could have taken it and run with it, but anyway. I said no. Now I've had a lot happen when people find this out. I've been told that the reason why I have what I have is because I didn't accept Christ as my personal Savior. I've been told I was going to Hell. I got none of this from Ben. He told me that God would heal me. He asked me to go to church with him, just once. I did put up a fight. Like saying I had stuff to do. And then when he did talk me into it, he says, "See you Sunday," to which I'm like, "For what?" But we went. He led me through the Sinner's prayer afterward and we kept going after Christmas break.
I got baptized on November 11, 2008 during Vintage at the Chapel at Crosspoint. I gave a testimony in front of about 700 people. And the next day, I started running. God's promise through my best friend was coming to pass. This past Friday, I went in for a CT scan, and they found that my shunt had disconnected itself about a year ago. And I'm still alive. I've learned that all things are possible if you believe. And I believe it. God works in mysterious ways, He does. I came thisclose to going to UConn for school. If I'd gone there, I'd have never have met Ben. I would never have been brought to Christ. It's all just too perfect the way it happened. And because of it, that friendship means so much.
I'm home for right now, and hope to get to Pittsburgh. Proverbs 16:9 says that "in his heart, a man plots his course, but the Lord determines his steps." So I may get there, but from here, I'm going wherever God takes me.
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