I called my grandmother the other day, and it struck me that whenever we express excitement for an upcoming holiday, she always says, “It’s so nice when all four of us get together. It’s always a good time.” Not always, I’m tempted to think. Given our situation, things can get

Dual-Level. Dual-Identity. English major and Education major. The student and the teacher. Who am I meant to be? Over these last 5 years, I have watched friends graduate, find jobs, find joy. This year I got married and moved 2 times and changed jobs and it feels like that’s enough

As we wind down this semester, when the stress levels are high and sleep is low… remember in all things God is good. We must take this time we have and use it to benefit His glory and kingdom. We must study hard, and make sure we are putting our

It’s a beautiful May evening in Philadelphia. You and your significant other enjoy a lovely meal, telling stories both new and old. The fabric of your conversation further weaves the tapestry of your relationship. Then, you two go on a walk. It is slightly chiller than you anticipated. You ask

“What is it that preoccupies your mind? That is your religion.” My pastor preached a sermon on Sunday that distinguished between being fleshly-minded and spiritually-minded. On the one hand, because we are created in God’s image, aware of His existence, whether we admit it or not, we are naturally spiritually-minded

A Note from the Editor: While eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the commuter lounge the other day I heard a fellow commuter admit, “This watch doesn’t actually work anymore. I’m merely wearing it for aesthetic effect.” How interesting, I thought. That even in the world of Apple

Readers, Have you ever had the joy of interacting with Cairn University’s own wonderful Professor Charlotte Gleason? She is an energetic spirit, a Tigger in her own right, and words tumble from her in such quick succession that sometimes one’s head swims from the pictures painted so quickly and with

I sit at my apartment table, plugging away on my laptop for hours. It’s only Monday, but it feels like I’m already behind. Finally, around 1pm, I reach a stopping place and heat up some homemade stew. Lunchtime at last! The microwave dingdingdings! and I cup my hands around the

Less than six inches outside the front step of The Rock Ministries’ main building, ahypodermic needle, its needle tip missing and filled with blood, laid on the concrete. Just downthe block from one of The Rock’s facilities, a store with a vibrant yellow sign displayed in allcapitals: “XXX VIDEO STORE.”

When someone asks how I feel about Graduation, my stomach curdles. An oozing, crackling voice slips into my head to hiss, “It will all be gone. It will all be over. You will fall and shatter on the ground before you have the chance to spread your wings.” Waving the