Monthly Archives: April 2015
by Kai Koopman | Apr 29, 2015
I glean donated furniture after things that mark some kind of unraveling—an estate sale, a move, a downsizing. I’ve begun to think of my work as a conservation of energy.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Apr 28, 2015
Minutes later I hear the same scuffling. The sound continues. Then a cold trickle of dread seeps into my semi-consciousness. Someone is in the house.
by Brad Zwiers | Apr 27, 2015
You will find dark corners and blood capsules, both of which hide secrets. Here you will find costumes, gimmicks, and masks all covering something but creating something else.
by Griffin Jackson | Apr 26, 2015
We should all be able to answer the question: “How does your faith affect your work?” But maybe an even more appropriate question is, “How does your work inform your faith?”
by Greg Kim | Apr 25, 2015
In the face of wrong in which we have a share of the implications, I hope Koreans—and people of other societies alike in their own contexts of crisis— feel a sense of shame.
by Lauren (Boersma) Harris | Apr 24, 2015
I need to flex my failure muscles, to take risks and be willing to fall flat. I need to love myself for making mistakes.
by Robert Zandstra | Apr 22, 2015
But if humans alter the meaning of nature itself, by which we understand God’s power and faithfulness, we may end up losing touch with God in an essential way.
by Andrew Orlebeke | Apr 21, 2015
It is manifestly astonishing, in the waning days of the vampire craze in which we find ourselves, that there are still vampirical depths yet to be plumbed.
by Gabe Gunnink | Apr 20, 2015
Five miles. I’m finally loosening up and integrating the constant blare of spectators into my normal state of existence. I stay calm and don’t mind people passing me.
by Mary Margaret Healy | Apr 19, 2015
I suppose it was not until I drove it home, filled it with water and plant food, and plugged it in that I realized how far in over my head I truly was.
by Matt & Laura Hubers | Apr 18, 2015
A car and a job, all in a couple of days. Seven o’clock—time to get up. Laura came bounding into the room. And that was when I found out I was going to be a father.
by Geneva Langeland | Apr 17, 2015
For yours truly, however, mid-April means “I-only-have-three-days-of-classes-left-and-HOW-many-papers-are-due-on-Friday?”
by Andrew Knot | Apr 16, 2015
It was early Saturday evening, and I’d slipped in the door of my local Billa—short for Billiger Laden, or Cheap Shop—ten minutes before closing.
by Cassie Westrate | Apr 15, 2015
But, five years later, it’s enough. It’s enough for me get over my insecurities and care about someone. Someones. The someones I grew up with.
by Will Montei | Apr 14, 2015
Take a breast. Its nipple is sore from just feeding the baby—who gummed it like she was trying to rip it off—now slumped against the belly, a limp part of a limp, tired body.
by Catherine Kramer | Apr 13, 2015
It has even worked its way into my eating habits. That sandwich is the best on the menu, you say? The one with a lot of things on it, yeah? Okay I’ll pass.
by Abby Zwart | Apr 12, 2015
There is one space that makes me nervous. It’s not a space we hear a lot about or a space we have pictures of. I can’t rearrange it or make sure it’s painted my favorite colors.
by Elaine Schnabel | Apr 11, 2015
I found that women expect themselves and other women to be servants in the church and often that expectation is tied to their femininity.
by Katie Van Zanen | Apr 10, 2015
I don’t forget my body in Cairo, or rarely. I am thickly and humanly here, and it doesn’t feel much like art. It’s odd and awkward and difficult to understand.
by Bart Tocci | Apr 9, 2015
There was no lightning. No music. No narrator. No hoverboards. I learned that people lie to you in order to get you to buy things, and I learned not to trust commercials.
by Caroline Higgins | Apr 7, 2015
Don’t tell anyone this, but last year I dreamed of being in middle-of-nowhere-Michigan while wandering the beautiful streets of the El Barrio district in Barcelona.
by Josh deLacy | Apr 6, 2015
We promise love between sheets and in delivery rooms and at hospital bedsides. We say “God is love” and “the greatest of these is love.” But when it comes down to it, whenever we talk about love, none of us are really saying the same thing.
by Alissa Anderson | Apr 5, 2015
The whole idea of resurrection is something of a mossy mystery—thinking about what it means for the Christian faith and, especially, what it means for how we live today.
by Ben Rietema | Apr 4, 2015
But probably, it was simply a pure moment, where the present brushes eternity and leaves a faint aroma of godliness. I breathed in. The rain whispered, and the grass ruffled.
by Sabrina Lee | Apr 3, 2015
Poet and memoirist Mary Karr writes: “The very word incarnation derives from the Latin in carne: in meat. There is a body on the cross in my church.”
by Jacob Schepers | Apr 2, 2015
I was four or five when I ran away from home. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision stemming from my preschool sense of injustice.
by Amy (Allen) Frieson | Apr 1, 2015
But when I tell this to people, my writing hopes and dreams and thoughts, the first question they invariably ask is: “What do you write?”
