I’m a full-time Biblical Studies Ph.D. student in the School of Theology at the University of Toronto, and I live on campus in downtown Toronto in a dorm style grad residence. One night towards the end of the semester, I was washing my face at the common washroom sink getting ready to head to bed after a long day of paper writing, reading, and everything else that fills up the life of a full-time student. Rest was only a few minutes away and I grinned peacefully at the thought of being cozily wrapped up in my bed very soon. Hearing the door open, I looked up to see one of the international student residents standing by the sink, clearly waiting for me to finish. When I greeted her, she said she was looking for me and asked if I was busy. You usually know what’s coming after that. She wondered if I would be willing to read over a paper she’d been working on that was due the next morning.
My reaction? I raised my eyebrows just a little, not to her request but as a question: “Lord, are You kidding?”









