Monthly Archives: June 2019
$39 for a month of unlimited classes. Tempting.
I think it would do us all some good to step back from the ever present glow of our TVs, computers, and fluorescent lights, and embrace again the darkness of the night.
Our nation, our culture, our American Empire that we lust after so voraciously does indeed oppress the needy.
My poems in The Open Mic served an analogous purpose: they underscored the prowess of other poets in the group.
And I know this is a kids’ show. Gritty realism is not always necessary or cool.
Working on an organic farm had sounded like a fun, enriching way to bridge the gap between the end of my sophomore year and the beginning of my summer job at Calvin.
I think my graveyard books may have slowly deepened by understanding of God.
I did not come out all at once.
I’ve derided this genre for too long. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.
I’d go as far as to argue that we crave fictions of the end.
I don’t know if this is an error per se, but it’s certainly a sin of omission.
Böll wrote prolifically about his city. I thought to turn to him for two thoughts about Cologne and what makes it distinct.
In the many centuries of death and love and loss since this story was first told, when would we not return to this story?
If we can all connect with the same music, our souls must be similar in some way.
Grand Rapids Christian High commencement address
May 28, 2019
I don’t use Instagram or Snapchat, I don’t work sixty-hour weeks, I don’t watch Game of Thrones.
You can’t care that deeply for every suffering thing,
Even I know this much.
These forty-nine deaths I have not died.
These live-action remakes might not always succeed in being great stand-alone movies, but maybe that’s not a fair standard to hold them to.
But what Andrew likes best about his new place are the bookstores in the neighborhood.
I’m committing to following this path as best I can, although I can’t see the turns ahead and everyone disagrees about the map.
We need something to comfort us after the emotional fireworks of seeing Miguel reconnect with his ancestors in a flurry of orange marigolds.
The waves will wave again and the wind will call my name. What good hope that is.
I’m also thankful, in a more shameful sense, that I got to leave when I planned to.
If you visit Tegucigalpa, you’ll find more than you expect.