Like an exhausted marathon runner falling across the finish line, I reached for the door of the chaplaincy centre and pulled.
Locked?! No way!
I’d already crossed the Pacific, traversed Australia, reached New Zealand, traveled an hour on foot, another hour by public transit and finally 20 minutes on foot to tug on this door. Why? Because I was on a mission to backpack 360° around the world in 180 days documenting Christian students’ experiences at secular universities—and a locked door couldn’t have the last word. No, ‘locked or not,’ I had to find out what worldview New Zealand embraces, and what that means for the Christian students here who represent their Church’s future.