This Body of Work
Regardless of how much I studied, read, and prayed, I would never be permitted to preach in front of a congregation.
A Fullness of Human Life
While my purpose wasn’t the conversion of my coworker, I like that she might think about God’s interest in her life when she walks past the bananas.
The Trouble with Wanting
If I’m miserable that means I must be doing something right.
Call for Audition Submissions
Are you interested in joining the post calvin community? We have a few openings for new writers beginning this August, and we’d love for you to audition!
Building a Home From Pieces of Poetry
That’s what my favorite aspect of this journey has been: The choice to be vulnerable with someone else about your experiences and fears and dreams, when you have every option not to.
Songs for the Rain
Rainy days have always felt exceedingly genuine.
Hunger
Maybe he just wasn’t hungry enough. Maybe I am too hungry.
Legacy America
I remember thinking, with all the considerable certainty that a fifteen-year-old can muster, that if this doesn’t change us, nothing will.
Inches in Ireland
We stood at the summit of the 8,424-inch-tall Cliffs of Moher for an interminable stretch, taking in the majesty of lush green pasture giving sudden way to jagged, vertical, bird-nest-spotted stone yielding in turn to frothing, unabating ocean.
Our Alma Mater and the Year of the Event
The Event creates a new subject, a new person.
