You don’t have to go to college.
For Jude’s sake, it’s something we all forget. We think we have to go sit in classrooms for another four years. And if you’re like me, that prospect isn’t exactly unappealing. I like to learn; I like worksheets and projects and papers and notes. But we forget that we don’t have to go. That some of us aren’t called to go.
But did you ever realize—really, really realize-- you can move to Michigan and get a job working for a nonprofit and rent a little apartment and buy clothes at Goodwill and honor God and keep in touch and love your life right out of high school?
Did it ever come to mind that you can live with your parents and save your money and go on a trip following the course of the Civil War and write down every little thing and come home to suburba to write a bestseller?
You know you can fly to England with a friend, get a job at a coffee shop or a museum gift store and start a bible study, being a Christian where you’re at, ministering to people because they’re the only eternal thing on this earth beside God Himself?
“It’s not accredited,” people will warn.
Like you can’t learn if you don’t have something telling you that you did learn something after all. Like I can’t do something without a piece of paper telling you I did do something.
“It’s a waste of time,” they’ll say.
But it’s not. It’s my life.