It was the culmination of my high school experience, and I had started the adventure that is “College Applications.” It’s a semi-traditional rite of adulthood that many high school seniors participate in. It basically goes like this:
Step 1: Go online to the college’s website.
Step 2: Open up the application form.
Step 3: Blankly stare while consuming copious amounts of snack food.
Now at the same time, I also applied to another opportunity: the Institute for Cultural Communicators touring intern team. I didn’t know which thing God had planned for me, but I figured, hey. I’ll be accepted to what He wants me to do, and that would be that. Right?
Soon, I had been accepted to each college I had applied to, and the internship. And probably for the first time in my life, nobody could just tell me with authority what decision was right and what was wrong. It was up to me.
I stalled as long as I could with no clear direction. The day came that I had to make a decision and I was still waiting to hear God’s voice come booming out of the clouds, “Caleb. Go to college now.” Or, “Caleb. Intern now and do the college thing later.” Or even, “Caleb. I want you to leave your home and go to a land that I shall show you, a land flowing with milk and honey. From now on, your name shall no longer be Caleb, but Calubraham.”
No voice came. I had lots of questions and no answers. But I had to believe that, even though it didn’t seem safe, God was directing me, and if I stepped out, he would hold me up.
So, I accepted my invitation to become a touring intern.
One month later, I got a phone call from my first choice college, who offered to defer my acceptance and my scholarship package. And God’s voice couldn’t have been any clearer if he had been on the phone himself. “Caleb, when you risk your life for me, you’re safer than anywhere else, because I am with you.”
// Caleb Burdett // ICC Media Coordinator // Touring Intern 2015