The Farm
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.
Graveyard Books and Black Dogs
I think my graveyard books may have slowly deepened by understanding of God.
Pulling Teeth
I did not come out all at once.
Porn for Women
I’ve derided this genre for too long. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.
The Goats, the Sheep, the End
I’d go as far as to argue that we crave fictions of the end.
Errata
I don’t know if this is an error per se, but it’s certainly a sin of omission.
Reflections on Cologne: Changed and Unchanged
Böll wrote prolifically about his city. I thought to turn to him for two thoughts about Cologne and what makes it distinct.
Orpheus, Eurydice, and the Inevitable
In the many centuries of death and love and loss since this story was first told, when would we not return to this story?
The Concert Count
If we can all connect with the same music, our souls must be similar in some way.
Deep Tracks
Grand Rapids Christian High commencement address
May 28, 2019
