We have an issue on campus that I feel we as students need to address. It plagues our community and breeds contempt. The issue can be found across campus in the dorms, halls, tunnels, SDR, common areas, and even in classrooms. No, I’m not referring to Moody couples (a bit of humour). In all seriousness, … Continue reading An Open Letter to the Student Body
“Lead Me Where You Want Me”
"Lead Me Where You Want Me" This phrase I scrawled onto the cover of my prayer journal last January has been my prayer for the last year in particular, but was in my heart long before I ever thought of going to Moody. This deep seeded prayer, a longing to know what the future might … Continue reading “Lead Me Where You Want Me”
This Is Where He Wants Me
Head bent low against the biting wind and rain, I turn onto Normal Avenue making my daily trek from the Sox and 35th Red Line stop to Urban Christian Academy- the after-school program I have worked at for the last two years. The smell of wood burning stoves and Chinese food radiates a feeling of … Continue reading This Is Where He Wants Me
Fridays
A warm fall Friday Students restless from sitting still all day A short trip to the park before heading back to assigned worksheets Very little homework Unexpected learning moments Brief pauses to soak in these pieces of heaven Students who raise stress levels asking questions about God in profound ways Reminders of why this role … Continue reading Fridays
I Am Not Who I Once Was: The Theology of Identity
I am not who I once was. Correction. I am not who I once believed myself to be. Let me explain. For years I worked to define myself through a projected image. Throughout my 20 years of life I have worn a variety of masks. This was especially true during my high school years not … Continue reading I Am Not Who I Once Was: The Theology of Identity
More Than “Just a Class”
I came to Chicago/ Moody in the Fall of 2014, wide eyed, innocent and terrified of being in "the big city". (Spending most of your childhood homeschooled and in the middle of a corn field can do that to you) Nothing about my transition into life as a Moody student was easy (I may tell … Continue reading More Than “Just a Class”
A Prayer of Lament by a Broken College Student
God, it's me again We've been here a thousand times before and I'm back Broken. Scarred. Hurt. Hollowed out. Beaten and bare. Again. I hate to be repetitive but I need to know: Why am I here? Why this place? Why this major? Why this job? Why this family? Why this past? Why this present? … Continue reading A Prayer of Lament by a Broken College Student
