Spring Arbor University

Granted, I wasn’t drawn to Spring Arbor for the exciting night life. The competition for a fancy night on the town in Spring Arbor was between enjoying a tender Big Mac prepared by highly trained teenage chefs or raising a frosted mug of root beer at the only sit-down restaurant, the prestigious A&W. Outside of campus activities put on by a cracker jack student association staff (I have to say that, I was a part of it), students were stuck looking for less conventional things to do. Things like getting sick trying to inhale the 21-scoop Dare to Be Great sundae at a nearby ice cream shop or going “chipping”—a more socially savvy nickname for dumpster diving—at a snack food company’s local headquarters.

But it wasn’t the ice cream headaches or free expired chips that lured me to or kept me at Spring Arbor. It was something less easy to quantify. Something spiritual that hangs in the air above chapel services or rests between students in late-night discussions.

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