One door closes and another one opens...Day 5

Having almost completed my third semester at Long Beach City College in my pursuit of a degree in Speech Communications I began working at K-Wave 107.9 an outreach ministry of Calvary Chapel Costa Mesa. This was an incredible opportunity in a number of ways. I was getting to use first hand the skills that I had been learning in school and as a bonus I was getting a front row view of the inner workings of a rather large multi-faceted ministry. It seemed pretty clear that God had me here for a reason.

A few weeks later I was over at L.B.C.C. playing racquetball with my friend Danny Martinez. Something that we had been doing on a regular basis for at least a couple of months. I met Danny in a beginning music theory class that I had taken to fulfill one of my electives. He had recently moved out here from Chicago to South Central Los Angeles as part of a call to plant a multi-racial church. While we were playing he had asked me if I had gotten all of the classes I wanted for the fall. I gazed over at him with a puzzling look on my face and I said, "Ummm...No why?" Needless to say I hadn't opened up a piece of mail from the college explaining that they had a new way of registering for classes and that it would start earlier than previous semesters. Dohhhh...

To my chagrin I was unable to get even one class I needed. The telephone enrollment system had shut me down. I couldn't even get any electives that I could have used to fulfill general studies requirements and underwater basket weaving was just not my style. 8)

And yes...That noise you just heard...That was a door closing.

The following Saturday evening I pulled up to the radio station a little earlier than usual. As I was getting out of my car I ran into one of the security guards that worked for the church. His name was Mark. He had asked me how I was doing and about what was going on in my life. In the course of the conversation I told him how I had been unable to get any of the classes that I needed for the fall semester at L.B.C.C.. He then told me about the Calvary Chapel School of Ministry, and how he had just finished the first of a two year course in pastoral ministry. At this point he had to get going but he said that I should consider attending the School of Ministry and that he would pray for me considering the matter.

That night as I sat in the frigid climate controlled studio at K-Wave, I would have a lot to think about before I would see the sun rise over Irvine.