Only three months since the announcement of a bouncing baby girl, but then the time came to place this baby’s life into the palms of the best doctor, God. The procedure required two main tools: the bible and a bottle of consecrated olive oil. Those tiny starred eyes quickly forced streams of water to roll over my cheeks at the sound of the pastor’s thundering voice.
After 19yrs of settling on this planet earth, I have come to realize that the “green light” doesn’t mean anything unless God switches on the ignition, presses the pedal and puts in the gear forward.
At each stage of my life, memories of graduation signified that another successful journey of learning was accomplished.
Northern Caribbean University (N.C.U) is now the institution of learning, in which I am unlocking new classroom doors and wonders of life.
I remember the first day I walked unto the campus. My body quivered like leaves on a tree as the light wind whispered by. The tip-tap from my feet played along with the melodious choir, pitching their voices outside the music room. The “Circle of Knowledge” stood tall and I thought to myself: “what will God have in store for me at N.C.U”.
In life, I have come across many different aspects of friendship, though in high school this problem did not seek to exist as I needed X-ray glasses for which I was claiming friends. After coming to N.C.U, the stains of judgment made me think twice of whom I pranced around with. Sitting by the “Seat of Scornful” was not my territory; hence I sought friends who were seeking to travel the path of God.
Soon after, I chuckled when the remarks were being issued that I was standing on a sinking ship for not accepting “wild party invites and the veiled clothes I wore” to school. If it was not for N.C.U, the grounds of my friendship would be very shaky, because N.C.U greatly considers their students’ moral and social development.
Furthermore, attending church usually was an issue for me, but lo and behold, “N.C.U C.A.R.E.S”. Christ-centeredness is the main teaching at N.C.U and this allowed me to place the ultimate brain of the operation into my life-Jesus Christ. So, most Sabbaths the enthusiasm to hear the Word of God only makes me clutch tightly my bible and hymnal and run swiftly towards the steps of God’s House.
Thereafter, the decision of what enters my stomach is a significant change for me. The roasted peppery smell of the ‘forbidden swine’ created no stimulation in my mouth, which usually sent my tongue dripping away. Health wise, this indeed was an important decision, because my family suffers enormously from obesity. Now, I am even more skeptic of the ingredients used in my meal preparations. In the teachings of Ellen G.White’s dietary practices, “swine's flesh is unfit for food”; hence I decided to make a healthy lifestyle modification.
N.C.U has also shed some light on the songs I often rocked with, primarily due to the fact that I was trapped in the lyrics of lewd music, like Soca. Fortunately, N.C.U has opened the gates musically in my connection with God. Today, it doesn’t matter where I am or who is listening, I sing aloud the midst of the “dear beacon on the hill” (N.C.U), so songs of praise are conferred to the Lord.
Simultaneously, the diction reigning in my vocabulary is selected carefully. The constant reminder of that bitter, soapy taste on my tongue makes me think twice before the first word escapes my mouth.
A new reflection has now been painted in the mirror and the cane of faith from N.C.U helps me to have a closer walk with God.
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