Bonnie graduated from Georgetown in 2013 and is the Director for Chi Alpha. She is passionate about having fun and coming up with creative ways of doing ministry here at Georgetown. Bonnie is extremely adventurous and can often be found taking students on bike rides to other states or trying to convince them to do the Tough Mudder.
We have this snow cone machine named Fred. Full disclosure, I just named him Fred a couple of minutes ago, but we’ve used him every year for 6 years and he definitely deserves a name. And Fred sounds like an excellent name for a snow cone machine.
Fred technically belongs to our good friends at Frager’s Hardware, but every first Wednesday of classes he becomes ours for the day (for a small cost). And we give out snow cones to the lovely Hoyas at Georgetown.
A lot of miracles can be traced back to Fred. And when I say miracles, I mean students. Because those are the miracles I see everyday. And because I’m limited in my word count here by the blog powers-at-be, I’ll just talk about one.
Six years ago this August, I was just a wee freshman coming out of my beginning Spanish class which for a brief moment was actually advanced Portuguese. Life plays cruel tricks on you sometimes.
On that day, I was walking back to my freshman dorm, when the pastor from Chi Alpha asked me if I wanted a snow cone (is that really a question?).
I want to take a moment and acknowledge that by outward appearances people standing outside my dorm offering me snow cones may sound a little creepy. I assure you the first weeks of college social norms do not exist and this behavior is completely acceptable. But I digress.
I accepted that snow cone, and they happened to be having their first service of the year that night (funny how that happens) in the basement of one of the dorms.
Fast forward six years, and this fall I’ll be the pastor giving freshmen a snow cone on their first day of classes. God has a poetic way of bringing stories full circle. And while that in itself is a manifestation of the power of God, there are so many stories in between of students who by seeming happenstance got a snow cone and found a family to be a part of during their time in college.
I tell this story, not because that snow cone was so good that I won’t stop talking about it 6 years later, but rather because God used that snow cone to further his work in the world.
And it all started with one snow cone. Talk about a pretty cheap way to change a life.