Somewhere, I knew, was a place like that. It clued in my five lesser senses that if I merely thought a bit harder, I would assuredly find the answer. And I did. One spring day my younger brother ran up our front walk waving a college brochure with more energy than a Chimes editor has after 12 cups of coffee on layout night. Thinking hard is what we do.
Faith is secondary.
My heartbeat quickened. Calvin, I knew, was it. My stellar high school transcript resulted in my immediate acceptance by Calvin's admissions officers. They were so excited to have someone with my intellectual promise that they called two days after I mailed my application. Of course I'd come, especially for free.