tribute to grace
The 6 of us, plus Mamma B and Baby B, went to the annual RA banquet last night. The night consists of eating good food (witch, for some reason unknown to me, didn’t sit all that well with me), fellowship with the rest of the RA’s and RD’s, and a time of “sharing.” This is the time where each dorm gets up and says something about how the year went. Some talked about their girls/guys and how God had been changing them, others talked about what characterized their individual dorm, we talked about Boykin. This is my contribution to the night. Perhaps it will spur the others to write what they shared to B (that was a hint Tim, Ilya, and MIC). Here it goes.
T his is the sort of thing that makes Boykin upset. Here we are, eating perfectly good food, spending quality time together seeing what God has been doing on the campus and now we’re going to ruin it by talking about him.
B is a special man. He is truly head and shoulders above the norm, not because he is 6' 6", but because he has allowed God to take his worthless life and put it on display before a bunch of cocky, arrogant, selfish, immature white boys. 5 of us stand here. A small testimony to his 13 years of being a resident director. We have watched him sacrifice his time, his money, his sleep, his privacy, his space, and his heart on the alter of Christ like love day in a day out. Each of us stand here today as a tribute to the grace that God has shown through B. B’s life is consumed by Grace. In a conversation with a guy in the dorm he referred to himself as a “graceoholic.” He is a man, completely sold out to the goal of overflowing into the lives of his guys. Like a waterfall, the love that Christ has shown him freely flows from him, pouring into the people around him. In the last 2 ½ years I have grown to know B well. As he continually pours into me I am always amazed. It takes a special person to put up with a dorm full of 50 + guys night after night, week after week, month after month and year after year.
My freshman year I had the privilege of being a part of a small group bible study and accountability group with B and 5 other guy in the dorm. It was named ESSE QUAM VIDERI: “to be not just to appear.” As I spent time in that group week after week, the big, black, Boykin dam began to crack open in front of me. In not much time at all I was being swept away in the rushing head waters of grace. Here, our dorm dad became our equal. Here, God began to transform immature boys into a new generation of mighty men who understood first hand what it means to be “totally exposed, yet totally accepted.” We couldn’t miss it, he was too big.
We are talking a lot about B. And I am convinced that we should. But he is merely a sharpened tool in the hand of the omnipotent God. So tonight Mic, Tim, Matty, Ilya, and I look at B and see Grace, Love, acceptance, commitment, sacrifice and, in all reality we most of the time see Christ.
T his is the sort of thing that makes Boykin upset. Here we are, eating perfectly good food, spending quality time together seeing what God has been doing on the campus and now we’re going to ruin it by talking about him.
B is a special man. He is truly head and shoulders above the norm, not because he is 6' 6", but because he has allowed God to take his worthless life and put it on display before a bunch of cocky, arrogant, selfish, immature white boys. 5 of us stand here. A small testimony to his 13 years of being a resident director. We have watched him sacrifice his time, his money, his sleep, his privacy, his space, and his heart on the alter of Christ like love day in a day out. Each of us stand here today as a tribute to the grace that God has shown through B. B’s life is consumed by Grace. In a conversation with a guy in the dorm he referred to himself as a “graceoholic.” He is a man, completely sold out to the goal of overflowing into the lives of his guys. Like a waterfall, the love that Christ has shown him freely flows from him, pouring into the people around him. In the last 2 ½ years I have grown to know B well. As he continually pours into me I am always amazed. It takes a special person to put up with a dorm full of 50 + guys night after night, week after week, month after month and year after year.
My freshman year I had the privilege of being a part of a small group bible study and accountability group with B and 5 other guy in the dorm. It was named ESSE QUAM VIDERI: “to be not just to appear.” As I spent time in that group week after week, the big, black, Boykin dam began to crack open in front of me. In not much time at all I was being swept away in the rushing head waters of grace. Here, our dorm dad became our equal. Here, God began to transform immature boys into a new generation of mighty men who understood first hand what it means to be “totally exposed, yet totally accepted.” We couldn’t miss it, he was too big.
We are talking a lot about B. And I am convinced that we should. But he is merely a sharpened tool in the hand of the omnipotent God. So tonight Mic, Tim, Matty, Ilya, and I look at B and see Grace, Love, acceptance, commitment, sacrifice and, in all reality we most of the time see Christ.
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