I’ll walk past those significant spaces on campus that graciously held my tear-filled conversations, all-nighters, hilarious pranks, Calvin walks, and breakups. I see new students carrying on life; these are their spaces now.
However, when I found my predecessor’s clipboard, book of short stories, and spatula scattered around my room, I was tempted to see my move as a predictable step on an already well-worn path.
Do you understand?
I cock my head; wait, again?
Elusive fluency.
I am as control-hungry, wealth-lusting, and greed-seeking as every antagonist in Narnia. I am worse because I am not fictional. I fear Aslan because he loves me regardless.
I believe in God the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth. These were borrowed words and they were not mine.
I believe that God sees enough glimmers of faith and goodwill in our everyday conduct to keep Him convicted of our worth.
Only 10 percent of American teenagers could name the world’s 5 major religions.
A definition. A rationalization. An attribute. An un-plumbable well of existence.
The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked. Who can know it? (Jeremiah 17:9)
God’s wildness is a multiplied version of the boot-quaking awe we experience when we gaze upon the Grand Canyon.
