Issue 3: Lazarus “Lazarus, come out!” Jesus’s first words to His resurrected friend demonstrate His power over death itself – even Lazarus, dead for four days, can be raised through Christ’s intervention. But more than just a show of divine power, these words are an invitation to greater intimacy with Read more…
by Spencer Smolenski If five years ago you told me I would one day become a Catholic, I would have called you crazy. At that time, I identified as an atheist, seeing religion as a superstition that irrationally placed faith above reason. This idea pitted my lifelong interest in science Read more…
by Declan Hurley Lent is a forty-day period of charitable works, prayer, and fasting beginning on Ash Wednesday that more than a billion Christians worldwide observe in anticipation of Easter Sunday. In short, Lent is an opportunity for Christians to renew their relationship with God, elevating it to new heights Read more…
by Cael Saxton While the image of Christianity that first comes to mind for some might be off-putting, most Christians follow Christ in much more subtle ways. If I had to boil down my faith to one effect, following Christ gives light to my life, and thus allows me to Read more…
by Madeleine Roberts From the first spring we learned enough of mauve and purple petalstuff, wisteria curled in peacock plumes, and Eden’s honeysweet perfumes, to know that dying never fits the ground, and though the earth forgets the sound of its revival song, the winter cannot linger long.
by Walker Haynes Many people with a faith background will know that John 11:35 is the shortest verse in the Bible. It simply reads, “Jesus wept.” The brevity of the verse does not indicate a lack of meaning. Toward the beginning of his over 6500-word sermon on this verse, the Read more…
by Madeline Busse Streets stained white with salt Like bleached desert bones Nakedly reflect cold light, Bordering grass brown from snow now gone. On my walk to class, the sun emerges: The wind still slices, but the sky is blue Windows once grey glow with midmorning Stone walls catch rays Read more…
by Madeleine Roberts When the rocks cried out for weeping I knelt to the ground and wept. This sphere is too great for cupped hands like water at the fountainhead overflowing, baptism of reflections. I am quiet multitudes past the sum of my fears, though the hours waver in high Read more…
by Jack Moore Thursday Night “It’s so loud.” As I lie on my bed, all I can do is listen. The ticking of a clock, the purring of a fan, the voices downstairs…I can’t sleep, but that’s been a problem for a while. I need my clock to know what Read more…