I posed for this picture without really putting much thought into the words on the wall. Right now, I am where I want to be: at home, writing in my favorite spot with snickerdoodles in the oven. At the same time, though, I am still caught in the in-between. This weekend, I will visit a…
As I wrote last year, I am incredibly particular about my personal journals. I am perhaps even more picky about the notebooks I use for schoolwork. To my absolute horror, at the beginning of this semester, I purchased a beautiful teal Moleskine . . . without lines. I opened it in my first class and…
In high school, I won an essay contest for arguing that uncertainty and hope were two sides of the same coin. I'm not sure I agree theologically since I now understand hope as the anticipation of things assured in faith. Still, it was a darn good essay for a 17-year-old, and something in its essence…
Look at that massive stack of books with your little pink notebook on the top, open like the bud of a daisy and crawling with notes. Even those huge volumes by writers with high-brow names like Humphrey and Sacheverell did not grasp everything, nor succeed in having the last word on the subject. Yes, even…
My roommate once described me as "Stephen King trapped inside a Disney princess" and I think that sums up my personality nicely, though I would prefer to substitute Bradbury for King as I am not quite that dark... I am, however, a strange combination of intensity and flowery joy. I enjoy spending dark nights practicing…
Norwich, England Bleak Midwinter, 1275 Breaking news as progressive peasant, Eustace of Norwich, has bravely come out as the "Royal We." Eustace is long since deceased, but crews from the BBC just arrived on the scene because they got caught up trying to say "progressive peasant" five times fast. Fortunately, they were able to…
The Scottish people may not have been big fans, but this Arizona girl found the first frost enchanting. (Until she almost slipped on ice during her run, that is.) His kiss was cold, pinking my pale face As he sucked my breath away in steaming plumes; But smooth and crystalline as spider's lace, Beneath my…
14 November 2019 Los Angeles, California A local young woman's birthday party took a shocking turn as she announced, in reply to well-wishers' shouts of "Surprise!" that she was not turning 23 at all, but would rather continue to live her best life as a 22-year-old. "I just couldn't see myself as a 23-year-old," said…
He began the fall in wealth, His arms hanging heavy with green, new-money Made in spring. It was the cash that grows on trees: Easily spent and easily made, Budded by summer and Minted by the gold-standard sun. Investing at Autumn’s asking, He lays a few leavings in her chill-bone hands But scatters the rest…
Furthermore, we must be careful that we do not perpetuate the assumption that those particular songs represent the genre as a whole. Kanye's conversion is not only revealing deep-seated hypocrisy within our hearts as believers but prejudice toward an entire artistic genre. However, the release of Jesus is King offers the remedy to both biases, for it demonstrates the possibility, through Christ, of a transformed person, as well as a transfigured genre: the secular restored to the sacred through the power of the Gospel.
