Good question. The short answer is that Jonathan wanted someone to do a blog and I have to do whatever he says or I'll get fired. I'll start from the beginning, though. My name is Holly Foster. I am the office intern at Soma and am in my second year here at the good ole University of Memphis.
On the afternoon of October 4th, Jonathan (the student center director and my boss), three other Soma people, and I were on our way back from lunch. It was Central BBQ. I love Central BBQ. That has no relevance to this story. On the course of our ride back Jonathan started talking about starting up a blog for Soma. "The purpose isn't to advertise for Soma, I just want a student to give a real life account of what happens in this ministry. What do you think?" he asked as he turned to me. "I think it could be good... I can do it I guess." So here I am, writing the Soma blog.
I'll give a little background of how I came into this ministry.
Honestly, I ended up at the University of Memphis as a last resort. In no way did I want to go to college in the same city I had lived in my whole life. Senior year I was accepted to Lipscomb University, where I had always dreamed of going. I had applied to Memphis as a back up in case I didn't get in, but even if I hadn't gotten in it still wasn't really an option. I got in to every school I applied to, but somehow I ended up staying at Memphis. It was the only school that was going to give me enough money to come here. Looking where I am now in this ministry, I know that was a God thing.
At the time when I had finally decided that I was staying in Memphis, I was going to Millington Church of Christ. One of my friends Melissa pulled me aside at church one day and told me that she wanted to take me to this place called "The Christian Student Center" or "Soma". She had spent most of her spare time there when she was in college, she said. She wanted to take me that Thursday to a thing called Refuge. Coincidently, I had that night off from work so I said I would go.
That Thursday we walked into Soma and I thought, "Ah man, this is awkward. There are only old people here!" Granted, the "old people" I was referring to were about my friend's age (mid twenties-ish). It was the summertime so most of the college students weren't attending at that time. The first person we met was Jonathan Woodall. The only thing that I remember about that conversation was that he started talking to my friend about his gaining weight. "I mean it's horrible, I stopped running and gained this [insert stomach pat]."
Maybe it was the awesome lesson we heard that night, or the singing, or maybe it was Jonathan's stomach pat; I don't know. All I know is that I never stopped coming and have loved this ministry ever since.