Yesterday our ride visited two schools on the same day, Biola and Cal Baptist. We split up into two groups and I arrived on Biola’s campus with 15 other equality riders in a white rental van. It was actually quite humorous because of course they were expecting our huge bus, and we completely slipped under their radar as we pulled into the lot, searched for parking, and began unloading before the police officer and administration finally realized that we were already there as they continued to search for us in traffic! To our pleasant surprise we were greeted with handshakes and hugs and shown towards a professor’s classroom where name tags and breakfast awaited us. Students and staff expressed their excitement for us being there and we engaged in “get to know you” talk while everyone ate. Quickly after 8am the class began and Prof. Tim Muehlhoff handed his entire period over to the equality riders; we presented “Letters to Mel,” a presenation in which we read selected letters which people have written to Dr. Rev. Mel White in response to his autobiography “Stranger at the Gate: To be Gay and Christian in America.” The letters range from straight persons sharing how deeply his story has touched their hearts and beliefs, to suicide notes which gay people have mailed before ending their life, to hate mail, and to thank-you letters claiming that his witness has saved their life. After our short presentation we engaged in meaningful conversation with students, allowing them to ask of us any question; it was quite a productive format.
Being on the road 24/7, including Sundays, has been tough on me as a person of faith. I have sorely missed a regular Sunday service or Tuesday chapel time during which to replenish my spirit. At one point in the day I asked a Biola security guard if he would show me to their chapel. I slipped away from the group and found solace in Biola’s Rose of Sharon chapel. I have never in my life been so exhausted physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I feel that as riders, for the sake of necessity, we keep a lot inside us, unprocessed. Waking up at 5am to 14 hour work days during which we constantly unveil our life stories and confront the hurt of students on these campuses is more than I can fully process when I am needed to remain professional, available, and on-call day after day, week after week. Tears flowed freely for the reality which I was facing. All I could say to God was “Thank you.” This sending out of 33 people, ordinary young adults, with no spectacular training or special skills to come up against the ugly injustice of our world seems like an impossible feat, a ridiculous plan, and yet here we were, on the campus of Biola, making a noticeable difference right before our very eyes. God’s greatness, power, and unfathomable heart was visible before me. In my moments of weakness and fatigue I have felt God’s strength and ability. In only a few hours time my e-mail inbox was filled with messages from Biola students, reaching out in love and thanksgiving, adding momentum to God’s desire for compassion and justice. Thanks be to God.
