The first thing we do each year at Harvard is move in. Before we start our classes, start making friends, and start sitting through hours of orientation, we ar...
Pictures of Harvard, especially those in admissions brochures, often feature the green grass of the yard. These pictures may contrast the grass with an imposin...
If you've taken a look at our recent print issue (theme: "Confessions"), you may have found yourself somewhat confused about what exactly confession is, or what...
We are all — every last one of us — obsessed with giving good impressions. We like to be thought of as smart, attractive, funny, virtuous, and strong; we want...
Any Christian who faces a crisis over which he has no control will turn to prayer. If man cannot improve, fix, or change the situation, then it very well must b...
For forty years, I have devoted myself to preaching from and teaching about the Bible, and in recent years I have written books on how to read and live with the...
It’s embarrassing to admit that I spent the better part of my freshman year falling in love. My plunge was total, unexpected, effortless, instant. He and I came together so forcefully, so naturally, that my only way of explaining it to bewildered friends back home was the transformation of a two-dimensional world into a three-dimensional one. Seemingly overnight I became a new creation.
I saw the face of Jesus in a little orphan girl.
She was standing in the corner on the other side of the world.
And I heard the voice of Jesus gently whispe...
I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just gotten my first exam back from Chem 5, and I was terrified to look at the grade. I knew I had not done well; following my high school habit, I had only prepared for the exam the day before. That turned out to be a huge mistake. I looked at my score in dismay: 46%.
I have always been depressed by the idea of being merely a "pretty good" person. Before I was a Christian, I identified myself only according to characteristics that I considered wholly good (and even noble) - the parts of me that appreciated things outside of myself that I thought were good, like nature or another person. That was the "real" me, but I had no way of reconciling this desire for goodness with poorer components in my character, such as selfishness.
