I rejected Yale for a small Bible college. My life and faith are better for it

Last year, I finally threw a bright Yale Acceptance booklet that has been gathering dust in my library for four years. Until recently, I didn’t even realize why I placed it there in the first place – it was a kind of subconscious temple, a symbol of the future, a symbol of the future. As a result, Yale was everything a high school student could imagine: world -class professors, gothic architecture that promises wisdom in stones for once for life.

When the letters began to come, he felt surreal. But I turned Yale in the shock of many of my friends. Instead, I chose a small Bible College.

At first I wrestled with a decision. Like many highly successful, I grew up believing that Ivy League represents the summit of education, the proof that you are the “best of the best”. Throwing it aside, nothing but reckless. But when I waited for and listening to my family’s lawyer, I began to read more deeply about the drift of Yale and cultural. The faculty expressing the opposition views rejected the term of office. Guest speakers with popular views are poor. Once upon a time, an intellectual diversity institution is increasingly similar to a community of ideological conformity with more door.

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This decision was not about fear, self -doubt and even finance. It was about conviction. Along the way, Yale – and such institutions – stopped representing the education I longed for. What was once standing for intellectual diligence and freedom was changed with fragility and vaccination. Shaping the presidents and poets, the university seems to have more intention of shaping the activists who need to be protected from disturbing facts.

So, what did I choose when I turned Yale? I chose a different challenge. In my Bible College, sharpening comes from wrestling with eternal questions, not from the thorns of trade in a conference hall: What does it mean to be sacred? How does it imitate Christ in an enemy world? Wrestling with Augustine or Aquinas is more difficult than the parrot of the latest social theory. Learning to forgive a classmate in an open Christian community is more challenging than winning a dormitory room discussion. The world sees it as “safe”, but I see it as sacred.

And surprisingly, the diversity of thoughts in the small college area is surprising. I had the honor of establishing dialogue with people who believed in an incredibly traditional view to the world and people who wanted to challenge this notion completely. If one of my professors means that a true, true belief was restructured from the ashes, he frequently encouraged the focus.

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Which doors did I close? Instant reliability, endless network opportunities, a strong name stamped on a resume door closed. I still closed the door to an easy acceptance in the elite circles, who still believes that Ivy League was the guardian of American success.

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But I opened the door too. Not just a resume, I opened the door to the formation of the soul. I opened the door more than my connections of the mentors who care about my character. I opened the door of a life where the truth was measured by loyalty, not applause. And I opened the door of freedom of thinking, speaking and believing without fear of ideological policing. I attended various conservative conferences that discussed its members with the ability to discuss, reasoning and defense to individual or right-minded, free-minded individuals.

I rejected the commercial conviction for the vision of prestige, prosperity. Yes, I threw Yale’s booklet. And with the illusion that success should be worn in Ivy. The training I choose may not come with marble halls or gilded plaques, but it comes with something better: real, faith and the courage to live it.

To me, more valuable than Yale.