When I packed up my Buick and headed off from Long Island to a small Christian college in rural Arkansas, it never dawned on me that one day I'd be performing comedy dressed in women's clothes while sharing the name of the world's greatest harlot.
I'm glad the vast majority of my students will be employed or in graduate school within six months of graduation -- that is very important. But mere work or grad school misses the point. We've failed in educating our students well if they seek simply a job.
If you want your students to know Jesus, you might start by looking for things that Jesus said he cared about, like learning to love your neighbor. Because that's what happened in philosophy classes when I was at Cedarville.