Twenty years ago I stood in the cafeteria of Azusa Pacific University and dreamt of a day that I would walk onto a college campus as a student.

Twenty years ago I stood behind a cafeteria food counter and served morning breakfast foods toย affluent, educated college kids on Saturday mornings wearing white sweatshirts with orange embroidered letters, A-P-U.

Twenty years ago my father was the cook behind the grill at APU’s cafeteria serving up food daily to over 5,000 students who knew Pancho for his big smile and warm heart.

Twenty years ago Pancho taught his children that no matter what, God was faithful. No matter what, God cared. No matter what, God heard our cries. No matter what, God had a plan for our life.

Twenty years later, I walked onto the campus of APU as a college and graduate school graduate.

Twenty years later, I walked into the Johnson Hall, the exact location of the student cafeteria where my father served hot food to hungry students.

Twenty years later, I walked onto a stage and served up a different type of food—a soul food, if you will—to people who were hungry for Jesus.

This past Saturday, twenty years later, I stood before a crowd of people at Azusa Pacific University and professed that no matter what, God is faithful. No matter what, God cares. No matter what, God hears our cry. No matter what, God has a plan for our life.

Twenty years later, the pain, confusion, desperation, and pleas faded away as I relished—if only for a moment—in the plan God uniquely laid out for my father and for me.

God. Is. Faithful.

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