This is it.
The weekend my son, Russell Hixson, graduates.
We left the wet, chilly shores of Vancouver B. C. at 8 o’clock this morning. At YVR we caught a flight to the backwoods of Siloam Springs, Arkansas.
I should be excited but I am afraid of coming undone.
1. I should be excited because I get to celebrate a major milestone in my son’s life.
2. I am afraid that my confidence will unravel in such a scholarly situation.
You see, I’ve got a hang-up about education or, should I say, my lack of education.
Four years ago my oldest son graduated from the same place.
John Brown University.
When I entered its hallowed halls of learning, I experienced a bit of a shock.
Everyone seemed to have some kind of prestigious degree.
· Baristas at the coffee shop
· The receptionist at the college
· The cashier at the grocery store
I was afraid to ask about the educational level of local pets. Who knows if I would be lectured on the fine points of taking out student loans for canines?
I tortured myself with the following thoughts.
· My family must be embarrassed of me.
· I’ve done nothing with my life.
· My educated friends will eventually drop me for some cool chick with a real degree.
· I will end up sleeping a park bench someday; rusty old benches specifically reserved for the undereducated senior citizen.
Funny thing is, I once bragged at a conference that I had no accredited secondary education.
“I have something more important,” I said, “I have common sense.”
What happened to that common sense?
At this very moment, I am flying over the Midwest. John Brown University is less than an hour away.
It’s time to find it again.
The bottom line: People who
· Complete four, six, even ten years of higher education deserve to be honored.
· Develop courage, stamina and discernment through life experience deserved to be respected.
Whether it’s through
· book learning,
· overcoming insurmountable odds
· or just being faithful with the opportunities we have
We will develop wisdom if we respond to the insight that we receive.
If you get a diploma, hang it on the wall.
If you grow through other means, hold your head up high.
Just don’t be foolish
· thinking that a formal education makes you complete
· or second guessing your potential to help others because you don’t have certain letters after your name.
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