A sprawling, 1000-acre campus comes into view as the driver flits by a white picket fence, open, grassy lawns, and wide, blacktopped roads and paths. With several beautiful, tan brick buildings hugging the manicured grounds, the history as well as the beauty of the campus is obvious at a glance.
In any generic small town, one would expect to see a church, a gas station, and maybe a locally owned business. A city park, if they’re lucky. A playground, if they’re very lucky.
15,000 people scream and chant his name as a young figure saunters up on stage in a ball cap and jeans. He doesn’t make eye contact with the crowd, but unconcernedly going about his business, plugs in his electric guitar and strums a few practice chords. Finally, the figure turns to the mic and lifts his eyes to the crowd with a cockeyed grin.