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Travesty

August 29th, 2015|

Sometimes I read something and have to blink back tears. Tonight I was scanning the news and saw an article about mass illegal immigration from Serbia and beyond through the Hungarian border to reach Western Europe.

Trending

August 27th, 2015|

The cross is an instrument of torture. It's the symbol of who we are in Christ, God's love, his sacrifice, his awesome grace and cleansing blood.  We wear it around our necks, paste it to

T-minus

August 18th, 2015|

Year 3 is flashing a cruel smile of daunting proportions. The City has welcomed me back with its usual carelessness. My friends, and Bible College as a whole, however, have been shining the light of

Wanted: a way to see beyond my sunglasses

July 19th, 2015|

Everyone wears sunglasses of perspective. It's hard to value your own at times. The big trendy thing to do is to take pictures with kids in Africa and/or post a Bible verse/indie song lyric on

Wanted: balance between relying on God for my future and going after it myself

July 12th, 2015|

I want to do well. I don't do things halfway. I want to be known as someone who is reliable, able, competent. A drive for excellence is still important -- wanting to do well, putting

Drinking root beer and hanging with pastors on a Friday night

June 27th, 2015|

How can we not be excited about God? I've been working on a short message from Ephesians 1:3-10 that I'm teaching on at our church's monthly ladies' breakfast. As I prayed about what to discuss,

Today I ran errands

June 12th, 2015|

It's too easy to worry. I hate it. Sometimes I look around me and wonder if other people are even thinking about some of the things that drive my mind to oblivion. Like, the kind

We’re having leftovers for dinner tonight

June 5th, 2015|

There is so much left to know about God. Until about two years ago, I was sort of "yeah-okay-cool" about reading the Bible; I was frustrated that I had a hard time reading it, and

Catharsis

May 17th, 2015|

It's quiet around here. I'm back in the city temporarily for work. Dearest Claire and I are rooming together for the week, and it's a strange place without the crew, profs, and daily routines that