Two years ago in August, I climbed Carfax Tower in Oxford at the end of the summer term to say good-bye to the magical city of Oxford. I wore sunglasses to try to hide my ugly-crying from the tourists as I surveyed the city, facing the reality of leaving. Embarrassing and unexpected? Quite. Oxford had been two months of beauty, discovery, and lasting friendships. Those spires meant so much more than architecture. Christ is the beauty in any place, but he used those two months in Oxford to bring healing and renewal after three of the most difficult years of my life leading up to the trip. And tomorrow I will get on a plane and return.