Do we really know what love is until we have stared into its ugly face? This world may dress it up in crimson gowns and dark capes of passion or teary-eyed looks and half-answered promises of acceptance, of tolerance, but that is not love. It does not whimper for notice

It is estimated that $2 billion is spent annually on short-term mission trips, according to an article by Baylor University. This staggering number has caused many to question the effectiveness of raising money to send teams overseas for such short periods of time, because why would such a short trip

When my parents separated during my last year of middle school, you could usually find me hiding in my school’s tiny library. You’d think that, with my love of fiction, you would find me clutching an old copy of Artemis Fowl or Percy Jackson. But actually, I’d be reading 2

Written by Scroll Reporter Raven in a Cardinal’s Nest I recently interviewed Dr. Bryan Murawski, an associate professor for the school of divinity. He and his wife Janice are parents to four children and he’s one of the best professors Cairn has to offer–from his burnt offerings of Chick Fil-A

I wish my mind was like a notebook– bound, orderly, presentable, the spine holding my words together, the pages honoring each thought, but my mind is more like a scrap bin– scattered, messy, conflicted, my ideas a busy melee, my thoughts a disjointed scrawl; that’s why I use a notebook–

Written by Scroll Reporter Lilly Fischer It’s that time of year again. There are two weeks until Spring Break, but it feels like two months away. The weather fluctuates between warm, beautiful Spring days and dark, wet, cold Winter days that make Summer feels like years away. Here are a

I had the opportunity to interview this year’s Mr. Cairn, Kyle Saar! We all know about your recent success as Mr. Cairn, but we would love to know a little more about you. So tell us the basics. I’m a senior. It’s my fourth year here. I’m a social work

Today, Someone donated A whiteboard calendar. Fill in the numbers, write your agenda. Make the Month yours. Etc. Someone had written in the numbers For the months But there were slashmarks through days Instead of Doctor’sappointmentSophie’sborthdayDrycleanersGroceriesDinnerwithMomandDad I looked at the month they’d written: “July 2020” I realized The slashmarks Were

Written by Jackie Lymber “A moment where the world is at peace” The trees whisper to each other The birds begin their daily routine Each chirp, yearns for a ripple from the pond Nature slowly starts to wake But atlas the morning fog slowly rolls in A kiss from the

Written by Mateo Garzon How can one feel peace when one is anxious? How can one feel loved and love others when one is alone and hateful towards his brothers? How can one feel hope when one is in this darkness? I simply cannot. I soak in my anger and