Monthly Archives: February 2015
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Feb 28, 2015 |
We pursue any available detour, texting, Snapchatting, Netflixing, to avoid the work of attention. It is slowly robbing us of joy, of that mysterious dimension.
by Brad Zwiers | Feb 27, 2015 |
The advance of modern science has also shaped our sensibilities in such a way that we don’t have room for mystery or a reality infused with another reality.
by Griffin Jackson | Feb 26, 2015 |
It’s this inertia that, very possibly, will find us waking up in ten years in a job we never really planned on, thinking, How did I get here? This was supposed to be for the summer.
by Greg Kim | Feb 25, 2015 |
In a strange twist of fate, English has now become my first language, and I’m trying to bring my Korean up to a similarly fluent level.
by Lauren (Boersma) Harris | Feb 24, 2015 |
Maybe that’s what I don’t like about the word “obligation.” It implies requirement. I have to do it. And that doesn’t seem very loving to me.
by Michael Kelly | Feb 23, 2015 |
But in the end, I think we’re all so wrong. So long as we keep yelling. So long as we keep denouncing each others’ thoughts and words and actions as evil.
by Robert Zandstra | Feb 22, 2015 |
Why disallow reasonable inquiry into these controversial issues, many of which are not scientific? Why substitute propaganda and ad hominem attacks for rational discussion?
by Andrew Orlebeke | Feb 21, 2015 |
As we have witnessed in countless places, economic crises tend to lead to civil unrest and increased anger towards the establishment. Not in Korea.
by Gabe Gunnink | Feb 20, 2015 |
One may wonder what sort of daily tasks are deemed worthy by someone with so much practice spending days. For Alfie, the answer is knitting sweaters for tiny injured penguins.
by Mary Margaret Healy | Feb 19, 2015 |
Father, God, I thank you for your son, for this meal, and for the elders’ wives who bring those really great appetizers on the Lord’s Supper Sundays.
by Matt & Laura Hubers | Feb 18, 2015 |
There have been days at home alone in which I have not once spoken aloud. Sometimes I notice this and say something just to use my voice, only to find it thick, musty, and weak.
by Geneva Langeland | Feb 17, 2015 |
I raise a wistful glass to the days when neighborhood paper routes provided a bicycle-mounted kid’s first taste of financial independence.
by Andrew Knot | Feb 16, 2015 |
10. Irresistible Grace: When, understanding that you have done nothing to earn it, you take the last scoop of cheesy potatoes at the church potluck.
by Cassie Westrate | Feb 15, 2015 |
I wonder about the sins that God really cares about, and I convince myself that $2.00 probably doesn’t really matter to God, right? But probably it does.
by Will Montei | Feb 14, 2015 |
When the professor starts class, I finally take a breath again. I’m free. No pressure. All I’ve got to do is sit here and not fart.
by Catherine Kramer | Feb 13, 2015 |
For each item you own, hold it in your hands and ask yourself, “Does this spark joy?” If the answer is “yes!”, you keep it. If the answer is “no,” you get rid of it. It’s that simple.
by Abby Zwart | Feb 12, 2015 |
And I can’t stop imagining a world—an extraordinary, beautiful world—in which we all have the reed of goodness at our centers instead of a spine.
by Elaine Schnabel | Feb 11, 2015 |
I can buy many cookies with $250. So when I shelled it out, my tummy ached with the loss of thousands of cookies I was hypothetically never going to eat.
by Katie Van Zanen | Feb 10, 2015 |
You risk crossing a busy street. You risk asking questions. You risk being wrong, and hurting people you love, and you risk being right, and doing the same thing.
by Bart Tocci | Feb 9, 2015 |
If you’re confident in yourself, the crowd is confident in you. So maybe starting off with, “This is my first time doing this!” wasn’t a good idea.
by Paul Menn | Feb 8, 2015 |
6. The Lego Movie wasn’t nominated for Best Animated Feature. I think everyone who has seen it knows immediately that this is a – SNUB
by Caroline (Higgins) Nyczak | Feb 7, 2015 |
Dinner guests jumped out of their seats and looked around in fright but we shrugged casually, as if nothing had happened. “Oh, that’s just the Womp-Womp.”
by Josh deLacy | Feb 6, 2015 |
It spoke to Plath the suicidal, Keruouc the drunk, Hemingway the shotgunned, and—Snyder, voice of Buddhist Beats, who did not die of lead or alcohol, but found peace in tin cups and axe handles.
by Alissa Anderson | Feb 5, 2015 |
I’m three days into the semester, and I’m dreading the day my academic load catches up with me and I can’t sit down and enjoy some crime at the end of the day.
by Ben Rietema | Feb 4, 2015 |
But like Bilbo returning to Bag End, sometimes you return home and your neighbors are rifling through your linen and walking out the door with your cutlery.
by Sabrina Lee | Feb 3, 2015 |
I check the box. I type my name. I submit the application. Because time is up—I have to grab my apron and rush off to work; I have to pull on my boots and walk the dog.
by Jacob Schepers | Feb 2, 2015 |
In my mind I’m goin’ to Trivia Crack/Can’t you see the questions?/Can’t you just feel the Wheel spin?/Ain’t it just like a friend of mine/To beat me from behind?
by Amy (Allen) Frieson | Feb 1, 2015 |
I sit there in the dark, in front of the cake and ice cream and prosecco, feeling like I’m doing something wrong, listening intently and wondering when I’ll be joined.
