The Value of ConvoSeptember 2, 2013
As the sentimental sap I occasionally turn into, I sometimes find myself pausing in the middle of Convocation and taking a wide gaze at the thousands of students surrounding me. There is something truly beautiful about watching God’s children come together to worship Him.
Don’t get me wrong, when my alarm goes off at 9 a.m. (or 9:15, 9:25…9:45…) on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I don’t exactly leap for joy at the prospect of getting up earlier than absolutely necessary. As someone who built her schedule around getting in as much sleep in the morning as possible, having Convo at 10 a.m. three times a week could be seen as a rude interruption. (And trust me, 10 a.m. feels so much earlier than it sounds…)
And yet, like many other Liberty students, I have come to deeply appreciate that I go to a university where my spiritual growth is so highly valued. The idea that a proper education should include an individual’s spiritual development has become so passé in our culture, and too many of us are apathetic about the state of our relationship with God. Convocation has become so much more than a mandatory wake-up for me. It’s an integral part of my spiritual education at Liberty that I wouldn’t trade for a few extra hours of sleep.
Sometimes I even wish Convo was every day, because it starts my day off with two reminders:
1. I am a child of God, and everything I say and do should reflect the worth I have in Him and the commission He has given me.
2. My spiritual growth is more important than anything else I do today.
I love both of those reminders, and they are so important!
Often, I go to Convo with a million things on my mind. I have tests to take, homework to do, papers to write. I have a checklist constantly going in my head, and sometimes it is overwhelming. I desperately need to be reminded of where my priorities should be. It is almost impossible to go to Convo and not get that much-needed reminder.
When you are worshipping the Almighty God with thousands of people all in the midst of struggles, often similar to yours, that all-important paper or critical exam suddenly feels trivial. You are in the presence of a God bigger than your final exam.