As for that view – I don’t get to see it quite yet…  As most of you probably already know, one of the main reasons why I moved to Georgia was to pursue getting all the certifications necessary to become a missionary pilot.  What you probably don’t know is all of this…

I began my collegiate career at Metro State College of Denver (now known as Metro State University of Denver.  Woot, Woot!) in the aviation department.  I was lucky to be living in Denver because this aviation program is rated number one in the entire nation.  I started attending classes and doing all the homework but I just couldn’t grasp a lot of the concepts.  A lot of my classmates were taking flying lessons at the same time because Metro just teaches you concepts and theories and they aren’t able to teach you the practical side of things in an actual airplane.  This wasn’t really an option for me.  I was working full time and going to school and I had no money!

I did great in the classes that were hands-on, like Flight Simulator.  I got it.  I learn by doing.  The other classes, however, were an entirely different story.  Aviation Fundamentals, a six credit hour course, was super tough.  I could read and re-read the text and look up things on the internet and still never get it.  It was all over my head because I wasn’t actually practicing what I learned.  Long story short, and I’m ashamed to say, I ended up cheating on the final exam.  I had my book open on my desk.  Who knows what I was thinking!

Somehow, by the grace of God, my professor wanted to give me another chance.  He knew that I was going to school because I had aspirations to be a missionary pilot (which makes this situation ten times worse because I was representing God so poorly in all of this) and he wanted to give me another chance.  I blew it.  I cheated again.  I can’t believe it, even to this day.  Needles to say, I didn’t get another chance.  He did choose to fail me, and decided not to “turn me in” to the dean (PTL!).

So here I am, semester one of college in the books and I already failed a class that I probably could’ve passed if I’d given it more effort.  I was pissed.  I was pissed at myself more than anything.

I chose to deviate from my path at that point – to take the “easy” route.  I changed my major to Computer Information Systems and the next four and a half years are history.  It was fairly easy for me.  I can probably count on two hands (and maybe both feet), how many times I actually did the assigned reading for a class.  Most of the time I just tried my luck (Jeremy hates me for this!).  It didn’t really get me anywhere.  I now have a degree in CIS that I hope and pray I never have to use again.  But at least I have that piece of paper….

I dropped the ball completely on flight school over those years following my freshman semester.  It was still something that I wanted to do but I played it off that the timing wasn’t right.  Boy was I wrong.  The timing is always right to do what God is calling you to do.  We have the choice, the ability, and the power by the strength provided to us through Jesus Christ to pursue and fulfill our calling whenever we want to.

The calling is always there.  What will you do with it?