When I was in college, I took an art appreciation course. I cannot recall the name of the art professor. But one thing I can recall is that I did not have any more appreciation for art when I turned in the final exam than I did when I picked up the syllabus. It was a semester hypnotically flipping...

To kill a lobster you must first place it in the freezer. After 10 to 20 minutes, the lobster falls fast asleep and can be humanely killed. Social rhetoric functions the same way. Make them cozy, tuck them into bed, then throw them into the boiler. According to Merriam-Webster, one of the definitions...

Professor of art Barry Krammes cannot imagine himself doing anything but art. He often states he might not be a Christian today if it had not been for art. “I guess I feel God has called me to make this crazy stuff. And it is sort of crazy, you know, but hopefully, it will spark something in someone,”...

Still. Silent. And seemingly abandoned. I peered out the window of our massive tour bus driving on the streets of Jerusalem during my recent trip to Israel. Not a soul could be spotted on the vacant streets of the city, and only one other lone car accompanied us on the winding highways leading into...

Sophomore public relations major Kelsey Carlson remembers the first time she translated for her camp in Poland. She kept thinking of all the people who would better qualify for this position of leadership. In her insecurity, she learned to trust in God, and saw the growth in her relationship with him....

With Women’s History Month posts circling and days set aside specifically for women empowerment, many reactions are beautiful to behold: men thanking their wives, uncles texting their nieces, sisters hugging sisters. But when these days of women empowerment meet the evangelical eyeroll, a question...

Recently, I had a discussion with a girl in my small group. Her name is Minji and she had just joined our church upon coming back from studying abroad in China for a year. She spoke of their underground church, and the way they worshipped quietly, in the dark, in secret, and how amazing it felt to be...

The holidays, while joyous, are one of the most opportune moments for spiritual warfare to occur. Angry and irrational, our opinions stifled by our parents, we get that text message: the old group from high school is going to the old playground. It is our chance to rebel. Out the window jumps all sense...