Continued from the previous post entitled ‘Mourning.‘
“His anger lasts for only a moment.
But his favor lasts for a person’s whole life.
Weeping can stay for the night.
But joy comes in the morning.”
At the beginning of each year, my church holds a Week of Prayer. This year, the theme was ‘Brave: Beyond the Shores.’ The day of Quincy’s funeral, a few of us decided to go to the session that evening at church. I truly believe that it was divinely ordained. We prayed about being able to step out of our comfort zones and onto God’s path. We learned that sometimes our faith in God, isn’t what’s holding us back.
Often, we have no issue with our belief in God, but we get stuck in that it’s so easy to just keep going the way we are, rather than to step out and change things for the better, and that just doesn’t cut it for me.
This last semester, Quincy Foster, Annie Huff, Anastasia Weissenbach, Rico McKay, Delaney Hall and myself, met every Thursday (almost) for prayer. We prayed at Quincy’s house, Applebee’s, Campus Center, and a few other places. At these meetings we prayed for each other, for our personal lives, and for our campus. And we all showed a passion to see growth on our campus. This included growth in numbers, growth on campus, and a few other ways, but we really focused on spiritual growth.
Let’s remember and memorialize Quincy in the most positive way we know how: by finishing what she and so many others have started. This has already begun through the designation of the Quincy Foster Memorial Fund, but we can’t stop there. It’s time for spiritual revival at our school, and this is truly what Quincy would have wanted. God is the source of every blessing under the sun, but we must pray, ask and be obedient in order to receive these blessings.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that after Quincy fell asleep on Highway 400, she woke up in heaven, but could our friends and family say the same of us should we die today?
We need to start yearning for God in the way that Quincy did, thirsting and searching for him in every single corner of our lives, until every aspect of every person’s personal life, and, in turn, every aspect of our campus has a pulse that beats to the will and purpose of our savior.
I have been praying for the past couple of days that God would allow us to feel the pain of loss, allow us to see the bad in situations, but still hold hope in Him. This hope is a light for so many others, others who are struggling with loss and hurt in their own lives.
Let’s finish what Quincy started. Let’s change the world, starting in Olathe, Kansas.