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Hope Is a Thing With Flesh
By Bradley Yam, SY ‘21. Bradley is majoring in Ethics, Politics & Economics.
This year I’m celebrating Easter all by myself in quarantine. It feels surreal to hear the sound of the hotel door latching irrevocably shut, knowing that it will stay shut for the next fourteen days. In here, it’s easy to hope. I could stream the Easter service from my local church, sing along with the songs and be satisfied with warm feelings and abstract ideas. This is the kind of hope of Dickinson’s “hope is a thing with feathers”, hope that whispers in the soul but asks nothing of you at all.
As much as I love Dickinson, that [hope] is too light and ethereal to stake action upon—only the shadow of the real thing.
Prayer Thoughts on Holy Saturday
By Daniel Chabeda, ES ‘22. Daniel is majoring in Chemistry.
A lie that many young, vibrant, potential-filled people come to believe is that busyness is the maximization of effort. This is not true. An effective servant of God must pray, receive instruction, and do no more (yet certainly no less) than what God ordains. Zeal for God must be pursued on God's terms, by his ordaining in our lives. Without this discipline, we become like Martha, who chose to do a good thing by offering service to the Lord, but missed the better portion that Mary received by sitting at Jesus’ feet.
Roman Holiday
By Sharla Moody, BK ‘22. Sharla is majoring in English.
I wonder whether I would have chosen not to pursue the wonderful things that I did if I had known how they would end and how I would at times feel about their endings. And, on Friday, we recognize the worst ending in the history of the cosmos: our Lord, Jesus Christ, giving Himself in complete humiliation to be crucified for the sake of a crowd that utterly rejects Him.
I’ll Give You a Daisy a Day, Dear
By Vienna Scott, BF ‘21. Vienna is majoring in Religious Studies and Political Science.
While Coronavirus rages outside, we sit quarantined, like that prophetic family on an arc, together. Not rain, but disease fills the outside world. Every once in a while, I spend some time outside, moseying around the first budding flowers, thrusting through the remaining fringe of snow. Amidst the crocus buds and daffodil stems, I’m hoping to find the first daisy of Spring.
All We (Can) Do
By Jadan Anderson, MC ‘22. Jadan is majoring in Economics.
We were all in the middle of something before safety mandates effectively put a sort-of stop to it. Before being confined to our (makeshift) homes and government-issued twelve-foot-wide bubbles of space, we were planning concerts and vacations and summer plans. We were sacrificing sleep to marginally more polished essays and extracurricular loves. We were building relationships. The world beyond Yale was doing the same: planning, building, sacrificing. And though some of these doings have merely changed in the medium through which they are being done, we have all experienced sunk costs of time, sleep, mental and emotional energy.
The Vicar
By Bella Gamboa, JE ‘22. Bella is majoring in Humanities.
He is quite the picture of unexamined and undisrupted routine — small habits and complacency define his days — and unengaged faith. And there are times when even those who are active in faith, unlike the Vicar, fall into complacency, in our daily lives and in our relationships with God.
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