Written by Madison Roth “The King has given the traitor’s sentence! Death by hanging!” blistered feet, worn ragged from routine and repetition Slowly slog up the stairs. Each ‘thump’ one less second away from  Eternity. The rough rope slips over the slumping head And adorns the neck like fake jewelry.

Written by Paul Ragonese If beauty is not in the glass flat lake, It arrives with a splash and ripples. If beauty is not in the orange, falling leaves, It buds with the flowers in May. If beauty is not in the pills and doctors’ visits, It knocks with a

During this time of travel restrictions and extra precautions, many mission-minded students are feeling stuck. How can students engage the world when there seems to be a wall in every direction? Global events in recent years have brought people from closed countries into places where they are more likely to

By Jennica Mendoza The American Dream has long been a concept that has unified immigrants from various cultures around the world into a country where hard work is seen as a path (and sometimes a guarantee) to success. In Esperanza Rising (2000), author Pam Munoz Ryan challenges the traditional rags-to-riches

By: Jennica Mendoza A face never seen on beauty’s front page,Yet it still existsA body that fails to catch the lustful eyes of men,Yet it still dances gracefullyA shade of beauty unseen and even demonized,Yet it still radiatesA voice silenced by competing narrativesDivided by polarization and enmity,Yet still kept alive

By Jennica Mendoza Have you ever started a new semester with a list of ambitious resolutions, only to forget them after a few days? Maybe your goal was to read the whole Bible throughout the year or stop procrastinating on major projects. When the cares of college life begin and

One of the most beautiful places I have ever visited is Disneyland’s Sleeping Beauty Castle. Its stonewall Medieval architecture and fine, elaborate details never cease to mesmerize me. At night, I marvel at its elegant iridescence as hues of pink and blue glow amid a blanket of pitch black. This

Blood poured from his hand. The wrench slammed against the metal as Bruce cursed; it had slipped, causing his knuckles to smash against the cutter-bar. Wiping his forehead, he stepped back from his broken-down combine, his faded jeans scraping the wheat stubble as he walked. Bruce clenched his jaw. It

Lechon, the Tale of the Suckling Pig A greedy and mischievous pig was trotting through the thick Philippine jungle. Suddenly, he came across a child holding an apple. “Give me that apple,” he told the child, “I’m starving.” When the child refused, the pig attacked and injured him, stole his

Written by Caleb Trezise Another hardship, more suffering,But the grass is greener on the other side.“Weeping may endure for the night,But joy cometh in the morning.” Such Scripture sounds fake whenThe soul is engulfed in self-focused sickness.The blind hope for escape,But they cripple themselves and are enslaved to the painful