Balliol Blessing

I've been nostalgic about Oxford this week. That nostalgia has brought me to the origins of Balliol and something prescribed by the co-foundress, Lady Dervorguilla of Galloway:

"...that better provision be made for the sustenance of the poor, for whose advantage it is our intent to labor, we desire that the richer members, in the Society of our Scholars, to be zealous to live so temperately that the poorer be in no way oppressed by the burden of the expense....And the Scholars themselves shall go to our Procurators, with all confidence, to inform them of their necessity."

This spirit of care and egalitarianism pervaded my time at Balliol. And I saw it in practice both coming and going.

First I was given the Clarendon Scholarship by the University, or more precisely by Oxford University Press, to study at Balliol. It covered tuition, room and board. But with that money I also had to cover expenses in the US. Once, funds got tight because of hardships associated with home and I informed the Dean 'of my necessity.' He issued a check to cover it.

At the end of my time, although I had been strict with my budget, I realized that I was very short of the amount needed to pay my battels (my expenses). From the money I did have, I also needed to pay to get home. Eventually I decided I would pay my battels on my credit card and keep the cash I had to go home.

I went to the registrar and told the woman at the desk I wanted to pay. Without looking up she asked my name. I told her. She looked up and repeated it to another woman, who, in turn, repeated it to a man on the floor below. They conferred. The first woman explained that they understood that I had had a personally difficult time while at Balliol and they wanted to pay my battels for the final term. I was elated! However, there was one last thing she needed to take care of: since I was leaving somewhat early and my room would be vacant there would be a surplus and would a check for the refund suffice? Now I was humbled and speechless.

I left England with $1,500.

I was told not to tell anyone because they couldn't do that often. Maybe I still shouldn't tell, buI will always, always be grateful for that gift, God's provision, and the Balliol kindness and care for the 'poorer' that has lasted 750 years.