Oh yes, I remember this feeling. A number of words to write, a question to answer. Pushing the word count button every few minutes. Text books sitting around.
Only this time there is another book among the pile. A Holy book. A book with words that have eternal ramifications.
They are asking about what I think about God and what I've learnt from God's word and how I would apply it to my life.
Which is scary. And liberating.
You mean, I get to have an opinion? You mean, my essay can be in first person? Suddenly it's not just about the marks (though I still want to do well). It's about learning, thinking deeply, understanding, questioning, and believing.
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