Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Where Admissions Meet Faith: At Lincoln Christian U., enrollment decisions are a matter of dollars and devotion

(In late July, Eric Hoover from The Chronicle of Higher Education spent most of a day with me. The article he produced came out several days ago. A photographer from Peoria, Adam Gerik, came to campus on LCU's move-in day and took the pictures that accompanied the article.)


They've come from towns near and far, taking I-55 to back roads that run beneath green spires of corn. On a Monday in late July, three dozen new students have arrived at Lincoln Christian University to register for classes, shake hands, and look around. At noon everyone gathers in Henderson Hall, known as the "preacher dome."

Standing in the doorway, Palmer H. Muntz watches the crowd of families. As director of undergraduate admissions, he's in charge of reversing this small university's enrollment fortunes. Over the past five years, applications have dipped, and last year the number of freshmen and transfer students fell to 112—100 fewer than in 2005.

The recession digs deeply into this rural region in central Illinois. Sometimes people gape when Mr. Muntz mentions the university's annual sticker price—just under $20,000.

At some colleges, May 1 marks the final phase of the admissions cycle; here, it's just another day. Lincoln Christian admits applicants throughout the summer, right up until classes start. Lincoln had hoped to enroll 175 new students this fall. As of this afternoon, the university has 121 "commits," and admissions officials expect the number to grow to about 140.

Each year the university receives applications from students who don't think about college until graduating from high school. Some are first-generation students. Some apply after hearing a call to pursue a Christian education.

On this campus, admissions and financial aid entwine with faith. So it is for Nick VanMeter, who plans to attend this fall. A singer and guitar player, he has already attended two other colleges. Recently he decided to major in worship ministry. "He wants to tell people about Jesus through music," says his mother, Susan Lutz.

Money is a concern, however. Around a table in Mr. Muntz's office, Nick and his parents discuss the possibility of his living at home, at least for the first year. Room and board here run about $6,000. The university has offered Nick a $3,000 scholarship, but he can use it only if he resides on the campus.

Mr. Muntz describes the benefits of being here day and night. For one thing, he says, it's fun: "What would I have to do to convince you to live on the campus?"

Nick sighs and says, "I would need, like, $3,000." He makes $10 an hour cooking at a restaurant near his home, in Sherman, about an hour away. To live at the university, he would have to give up his job. Not a good idea right now, he and his parents agree. Mr. Muntz promises to hold the scholarship for him until next year.

Nick's parents asks about payment plans. Later, Mr. Muntz passes the family a brochure describing a loan-repayment-assistance program for graduates of Christian colleges. "You're looking at a career field that has the potential to pay very poorly," he says.

Nick nods. This isn't discouragement—just the truth. He knows that he can expect to make about $30,000 a year. He knows that a local church just laid off its music minister. And he knows there's nothing else he would rather do for a living.

The Sacred and the Secular
When Lincoln Christian opened, in 1944, its founders proclaimed, "The preachers are coming." It was a rallying cry and a statement of purpose: The institution was built to fill the region's churches with strong leaders.

Lincoln Christian now offers nearly 30 academic programs, including biblical exposition, business administration, and early-childhood education. It grants associate and bachelor's degrees and has a school of graduate and adult studies as well as a seminary. A new dorm for women stands near the chapel.

These days many students come here to prepare for careers other than ministry. They talk about finding a way to serve God in their chosen professions, a way to meld the sacred and the secular. Mr. Muntz recalls what the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. said about how one should pursue his or her chosen profession: "Set out to do it as if God Almighty called you at this particular moment in history to do it.".

Mr. Muntz, who has worked at four other colleges, has changed many things since arriving last year. New publications. Expanded scholarships. Revamped letters. Recently the university created "Red," a branding campaign that ties the school color to a simple phrase: "Live your mission."

This year, for the first time, the admissions office bought the names of rising high-school seniors—about 11,000 of them— who had expressed an interest in Christian colleges. And Mr. Muntz and his staff have increased their visits to high schools, churches, and college fairs within a four-hour drive.

Despite those changes, Lincoln Christian continues to rely on word-of-mouth marketing. Over the years, alumni and church leaders have guided many applicants to the university, which is affiliated with the independent Christian Churches and Churches of Christ, a nondenominational fellowship of 6,000 congregations. Applicants must sign a statement that they accept Christ as their savior.

Like many Bible colleges, Lincoln Christian also reaches out to teenagers before they're old enough to apply. Each summer the university pays some of its students to work as counselors in church-run youth camps. Four teams of four students each fan out across the Midwest, spending their days with different groups of middle- and high-school students each week.

Counselors from various colleges are there to discuss faith, above all, but they talk up their respective institutions, too. "It's good to have a ninth grader say, 'That guy from Lincoln Christian is cool,'" Mr. Muntz says.

Brian D. Mills agrees. This afternoon Mr. Mills, vice president for student development, will drive four hours to Carbondale, Ill. There he will attend a weeklong meeting sponsored by Christ In Youth, a national organization. The event will draw about 1,200 high-school students. "It can be a pipeline builder," he says.

Lincoln Christian doesn't recruit students who have already committed to other colleges. Still, sometimes students enrolled elsewhere approach Mr. Mills with questions about the university. So he answers them.

He plans to encourage the teenagers he meets this week to think hard about their futures, to question their culture. On the last day, he will talk about Lincoln Christian. He's packed a box full of red lanyards, each bearing the university's name. He will hand out every one.

As the summer winds down, the enrollment cycles here have overlapped. Inside a building known as "the warehouse," Mary K. Davis, who manages the admissions office, tallies applications on the back of her door. The original goal for freshmen and transfer applicants this fall was 320. After a fast start, the university raised that goal to 365. By late July, the university has received 322.

Lincoln Christian does not require deposits. Accepted students state their intention to enroll by either completing a form or registering for classes. This year many accepted students were slow to do either, so the university mailed them a reminder letter, along with a T-shirt.

Mr. Muntz stops by to ask Ms. Davis for updates. One application arrived this morning, she tells him.

As they discuss a student from China who wants to enroll in the fall, Mr. Muntz's cellphone buzzes. It's a text message from a student who is working at a summer camp in Indiana. "We're in trouble here," it begins.

It's only sarcasm. The student reports that counselors from another Christian college have just given a presentation about their campus. During their talk, they cracked an egg on someone's head. The young campers roared.

How could the Lincoln Christian students top that routine? Mr. Muntz writes back: "Take the high road."

'Whatever It Takes'
At 2 o'clock, Mr. Muntz meets with Collin Mattingly and his parents. This morning Collin, a transfer student from Indiana, showed up to register for classes, but there was one problem—the university had not admitted him. Mr. Muntz had already reviewed his application, but a copy of his transcript from Vincennes University had yet to arrive.

As it happened, the transcript was delivered to the admissions office while the family was touring the campus. After reviewing the document, Mr. Muntz saw the Mattinglys walk by the office. "Are you Collin?" he called out. "Congratulations, you've been admitted."

The family is happy but worried about costs. In the admissions office, Collin and his parents huddle with Mr. Muntz, who asks the student a question: "Why are you coming here?"

Two weeks ago, Collin attended a youth-ministry conference at Hope College, in Michigan. After returning home, he sat down for dinner, where his father saw that he was crying. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Dad," Collin said, "has God ever spoken to you? Because he spoke to me."

With that, Collin, who'd planned on a teaching career, told his parents that he wanted to transfer to Lincoln Christian and become a preacher. He knew this would cost more than attending Vincennes. We will find a way to pay for it, his parents told him.

But finding a way will not be easy. Lincoln Christian has offered a financial-aid package that puts the Mattinglys' out-of-pocket costs at about $10,000 a year. It's a stretch, especially because Collin's younger sister plans to start college next year.

Talk turns to loans. Mr. Muntz explains interest rates. He describes the loan-repayment program but cautions the family about borrowing too much. "If I were looking at an engineering major here, I wouldn't care if he graduated with $30,000 in debt," Mr. Muntz says. "But you know preachers don't make a lot of money, and you would still need to go to seminary."

Collin's mother says a member of their church has offered to help pay for his education.

"Do you know how much?" Mr. Muntz asks. "We're probably talking hundreds and not thousands, right?"

They aren't sure. Mr. Muntz studies their financial-aid sheet. He notes that Collin's grade-point average is .04 away from qualifying him for an academic scholarship. He tells the family that he will see what he can do.

"It looks like you're about $3,000 short," Mr. Muntz says. "Can you afford to commit $7,000 a year?"

For a moment, there's silence. Ms. Mattingly looks down at the numbers. "Whatever it takes, it's gonna happen, because it's in God's hands," she says. "But seeing it is hard."

The tension between faith and finances has long fascinated Mr. Muntz. Ten years ago, he wrote an article for the Council for Christian Colleges and Universities called "What Does the Bible Say About Student Loans?" In a revised version, he cites Romans 14:23: "Everything that does not come from faith is sin." Loans are not inherently wrong, he concludes, but students should think carefully before borrowing—and borrow only "in faith."

Some families would carry any burden to send a son or daughter to Lincoln Christian. "If God's your admissions counselor, you listen," Mr. Muntz says.

Still, God doesn't pay back Parent PLUS Loans. So Mr. Muntz tries to balance his counsel. "It's important to recognize how faith plays a serious role in this process," he says, "but it's important not to use that against someone."

Later he discusses the Mattinglys' situation with the financial-aid director. They decide to offer Collin an additional $3,000 in grants.

The family is grateful. Money is money, and sometimes it's also an answer.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Magnificent Obsession

Jordan's latest obsession, along with the Pontiac Fiero (red, I believe) and disc golf, is his new longboard.

Apparently, in order to do anything very cool on a longboard, such as turn really tight corners, you need to have extremely tough gloves that you can drag along the ground so he spent the last two nights carving up one of Jeannette's old cutting boards and then gluing the pieces to a pair of old gloves to create a homemade version of the gloves the pro's use. He was out testing the gloves on our street today.


He is unhappy that we live in Fort Wayne where there are no hills. I told him he should live in Lincoln with me. He said that was dumb, because Lincoln is even flatter than Fort Wayne. I agreed but noted that after being in Lincoln, he would not complain so much about Fort Wayne.





Hittin' the Links

We all made a short trip to Shoaff Park this afternoon to play a little disc golf, one of Jordan's latest obsessions. We only played nine holes and Jordan and I were the only ones who actually played all nine and kept score. He beat me by one stroke.




Afterwards, we went to McDonald's, where there was much lively conversation. Read one entertaining exchange on Jordan's blog at http://downhillcarver.tumblr.com/post/1028064849/enter-evil.

Move-In Day

Phillip moved into his residence hall yesterday, with help from Aunt Laura and Grammie Joyce. He met his roommate, Jason, who went to high school in Jakarta, Indonesia. They had had no contact at all--hard to believe in this modern age--but seem to be off to a good start.
Grandma was hard at work trying to make a home away from home out of his sparse belongings. Phillip traveled with just two suitcases and a carry-on, though our Northwest family worked to supplement that with treasures from Target, Walmart and Bed, Bath & Beyond.

Phillip lives in Van Gilder Hall . . . but not the same Van Gilder that I lived in when I was a student. My dorm, a converted tuberculosis hospital, was long ago turned into offices and classrooms. The dorm Phil is in is split into halves, with women on one side and men on the other. The full name is Prewitt-Van Gilder, or PVG for short.

Out with the Old

This past week was in with the new as Melody started Kindergarten and out with the old as Phillip took off for Oregon and his new adventure at Corban University. He flew out through Chicago and Seattle to Portland where Aunt Laura and Uncle Jamey picked him up. These are Jeannette's last shots of Son #2 before he disappeared from sight . . . until Christmas break.


We're excited for him to be at Corban, our alma mater. We received a magazine called "Corban Parent" and I finally got to read through it today. First, I was pretty impressed with the publication but also it surprised me to see how many of the featured staff were people I knew (and, in some cases, had recruited to Corban many years ago).


First Day of Kindergarten

There haven't been any blog posts lately because [a] I have not been in Fort Wayne for the past two weeks and [b] my life is boring. However, life in my absence in Fort Wayne was not boring, highlighted first by the arrival of Miss Melody in kindergarten on August 19.

The fact that the only photos to document this momentous occasion were taken on Mom's cell phone at the last second is evidence of her existence as a fourth child. The fact that there are no photos at all to document Jameson's first day of high school that same morning points to the fact that being the third boy in a family makes you even more of an afterthought than being the youngest child. Oh well.

I think this next photo is of Melody before school a few days ago.

MelodyJoy is enjoying kindergarten, especially the "hot lunch" on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. She woke me up yesterday before school and I asked her if she was excited about school.

"Yes, hot lunch today!" she replied.

What was your hot lunch on Wednesday?

"Peas!"

I imagine she was the only child in her class to see peas on that tray.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Scenes from the Road

Atlanta is just up the road from Lincoln, Illinois,and today as I returned from church in Bloomington, I decided just to take a quick side trip to see what's in town.

According to the sign near this statue, giant figures like this one used to be arrayed all along old Route 66 to promote various businesses. This particular Paul Bunyan had his ax replaced with a hot dog and was used outside a restaurant named Bunyon's (purposely misspelled to avoid trademark issues with another restaurant).



Wednesday, August 18, 2010

My Article about Christian College Alumni

Since about 1995, I've been collecting examples of successful Christian college alumni. I did this initially in response to one prospective Asbury College student's suspicions that attending Asbury would not prepare his daughter for "real life" after college. I now have 39 pages of alumni from more than 50 Christian liberal arts and Bible colleges in the United States and Canada. And I've purposely collected only examples of those not working in vocational ministry, knowing that many people would assume that careers in missions or ministry are readily available to Christian college graduates . . . or even that those are the only fields open to them.


I recently was asked to write an article on this topic for the Christian College Guide to be published by the North American Coalition for Christian Admissions Professionals, which will be distributed at Christian college fairs across the US. Jordan's girlfriend, Hillary, helped me put the article together. Today, I found the article online at

http://www.nccf.us/media/docs/pdfs/ChristianEducation.pdf

If I may say so myself, I think there are some impressive and interesting examples of what a degree from a Christian college or university can lead to. Hope you enjoy it.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

And a Pinch to Grow On

Melody helps hold Jordan down so Jeannette can finish giving him his 20 birthday swats on Sunday . . .

Monday, August 09, 2010

Best Skittles Commercial Ever!

The person who posted this on YouTube called it "The Worst Skittles Commercial Ever!" I didn't realize there was a ratings service for Skittles commercials and I don't know if this really does qualify as the best one, but it certainly can't be the worst.

Sunday, August 08, 2010

August 8, 1990





Today was Jordan's big 2-0. Wow. Anyway, we were at Grandpa Phil and Grandma Debbie's house and Jordan opened his gifts before lunch and cake. These were a few of them . . . a Batman shirt from Jameson, new shoes from Jeannette and an autobiography by a missionary pilot, Harold Amstutz. What he really wanted, though, was to be back in Fort Wayne with Hillary! Ha!

Saturday, August 07, 2010

Family Reunion

This morning we drove about three hours northwest of Janesville to Jeannette's Uncle Gordy and Aunt Judy's house, where a number of her relatives on her dad's side were gathered for a quasi-family reunion. We all enjoyed connecting with aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins and so on, but probably no on more than Melody. She and Marissa even turned "fighting" with blades of grass into a game . . .


I beat Jordan at cornhole and then he took Jeannette on in Ladder Ball . . .





We had the most amazing birthday cake ever . . . though I never figured out whose birthday it was . . .

Melody was finally convinced to try one of the bugs . . .


Uncle Gordy showed us their horses, which Melody enjoyed . . .

Uncle Gordy offered Melody a ride on his four-wheeler so I went along . . .

Friday, August 06, 2010

Sightseeing in Madison

We're in Janesville for a few days visiting Jeannette's dad and his wife. Today we left Jordan with Grandpa to work on the house and the rest of us went up to Madison to visit the capitol and zoo. After we made a quick visit to the Indiana capitol last month, we discovered that Jameson enjoys seeing these buildings, so we're probably going to try to hit more of them in the future. In the Wisconsin court of appeals . . .

In the conference room by the governor's office . . .

Jeannette and I were both very impressed by this capitol. Very ornate and fully of rich details. One very neat feature is the way that they designed the capitol to use natural light as much as possible, even putting glass blocks in the marble floors of some hallways to allow light from above to shine into lower levels.


We had lunch at Qdoba--rapidly becoming one of our standby places to eat--and went to the Henry Vilas Zoo. Admission is free and it's a very nice little zoo.



The weather was extremely pleasant today but still a bit warm for the polor bears, who hid inside their cave . . .
Me to Melody: Man, that bear's head is ginormous!
Melody's Response: Yeah, it's even bigger than yours, Dad.