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In the thick of my second, and definitively more challenging, semester at Yale, I am becoming increa...
Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man against whom the LORD counts no iniquity, and in whose spirit is n...
Today's reading is John 5:30-47 (ESV):
Witnesses to Jesus.
30 “I can do nothing on my own. As I hear, I judge, and my judgment is just, because I seek not...
It is increasingly hard for me to believe in a loving God. Not because I look around at my life and see pain and suffering, but because I look at who I am and r...
When I first came to college, I didn't think I would fit in. My reasoning wasn't dependent upon whether or not I was friendly, but I was worried that others wo...
Next week I plan to begin a series of posts on the thorny process of making ethical decisions in the gray areas as a Christian. For now, here's an oldie but a ...
Yesterday, I had an unusual encounter with grace.
On my way home from a local tae kwon do studio is a Starbucks. It's sort of awkwardly located in the middle...
If there were one single thing that my parents have taught me, it's that gifts and talent are useless if they are kept to yourself. Consequently, service has be...
When I was about fifteen, I wrote an essay entitled “The gods are unjust” about Oedipus Rex, the ancient play by Sophocles – it is one of the great Greek Traged...
Last week I saw a movie that made me want to change the world. And it was about aliens from outer space.
When I rented District 9, I certainly wasn’t expecting...
