Hello readers! As I’m sure you’ve already reached “notification fatigue” from every other website, organization, company, and friend regarding this current pandemic, I’ll try to keep this note as brief as possible. (Knowing me, “brief” might not be an appropriate word!) This is a wild time to work for a campus ministry. I know most
“My first and last philosophy, that which I believe in with unbroken certainty, I learnt in the nursery. I generally learnt it from a nurse; that is, from the solemn and star-appointed priestess at once of democracy and tradition. The things I believed most then, the things I believe most now, are the things called
I know what it feels like to hate a truth. I absolutely believe that “God works in all things for the good of those who love Him” as Romans 8:28 says. When I found out that one of my closest friends was sexually assaulted, I despised that verse. I still believed it, but I couldn’t
What a busy, joy-filled, tumultuous season of change these last few months have been! Though I only took three classes, my last semester of undergrad was surprisingly challenging. Of the some 130 pages I wrote from January to May, very few were products of my own volition and leisure. Most of my time and energy
If I’m honest with myself, I’m not okay with being not okay. Don’t get me wrong. In one sense, this is holy…But there’s another way that not being okay with being not okay is evil and wrong. Instead of hating my sin, I tend to hate myself for sinning at all. I expect myself to be perfect—sinless—right now. Whenever I feel I’ve sinned, I’m thrown into despair. That’s wrong. Here’s why.
If you’re curious as to what recovering from an addiction feels like, I recommend playing “Getting Over It with Bennett Foddy,” or at the very least, watching a playthrough of the game. I understand how absurd it might sound to some of my readers when I claim that watching someone else play a computer game
I am proud to be a Virginian. Virginia is incredibly beautiful. I have visited Ireland, Israel, northern Minnesota, Montana, Mexico, and Arizona. To this day I have yet to find a place more beautiful than the Shenandoah valley. Virginia has a rich history. The first college in America, William and Mary, was established in Williamsburg.
Existentialism—and philosophy in general—is simultaneously enticing and frustrating to me. I should be more clear. The discussion of philosophy; writing about it; thinking about it; answering questions; asking questions; considering ontology, epistemology, axiology, etc: these things keep me up at night in more ways than one. Sometimes I lie awake mulling over how I would
Here’s an interesting thought. What if I don’t love myself? What if I don’t value myself as a person, but instead only see myself as a tool to help people I love? I’m not sure if that makes sense or if that’s true. It’s just a thought. I tend to ignore my own needs. I
Let me preface this entry; I feel it deserves some explanation. Since September, I have been dramatically and regularly encountering God in ways I never have before. The Lord has been rapidly changing my heart. I am not alone in this, either. Many of my friends who participated in a bible study I helped lead