By Bella Gamboa, Jonathan Edwards ’22. Bella in majoring in Humanities. Even in times when I feel farthest from God, hymns have had a singular ability to remind me of who He is and of his presence. The value of … Continue reading Be Thou My Vision: A Reflection
by Bradley Yam, SY ’21 Imagine that you are given a glove that granted you magical god-like powers over all of human life everywhere. You would only need to snap your fingers, and it would in some way make the … Continue reading Thanos and Theodicy: Why don’t we just fix the world? (Part 1)
by Bradley Yam, SY ’21 Sing, sing out my Soul, And cry, cry out my Soul, Cry of all your troubles, Of your pains, let them flow And feast on all our tears, And spill out all your fears … Continue reading Psalm 42
“Our love is really limited, isn’t it? I’m only capable of giving my love and energy and time to three people, my wife and two kids, and then some friends, some coworkers, some neighbors that I live by and then I’m maxed out… I just don’t have the capacity. Our love has limits.” Continue reading Finding Home and Unlimiting love
Yet, He is not like us. If we walk away, He will follow us and overcome us with His jealous love. And to resist His love is futile. Continue reading A Reflection: Just a Closer Walk with Thee
If only we could weigh our options, we think, and have some kind of assurance, concrete and tangible, that the path we choose is actually the better of the two. Continue reading Road Less Travelled
While walking by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon (who is called Peter) and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.” Immediately they left their nets and followed him.
The above verse is one of my favorite verses in the Bible. Matthew 4:18-20 is more than just another display of Jesus’s (naturally) perfect play on words. It puts me in the moment – dehydrated and dirty, hopelessly waiting for fish that never come – standing beside Simon Peter and Andrew as Jesus calls to us. In an instant, our once laughable attempt at considering ourselves fishermen bears more meaning than we could have ever imagined. Yes, we are fishermen (albeit poor ones). However, if we drop everything and follow Jesus we can be great fishers of men. All we need is a little faith.
“Disrupting my comfort zone, bombarding myself with challenging people and situations — this is the best way I know to keep growing. And to paraphrase a biologist I once met, if you’re not growing, you’re dying.”
– Brian Grazer, Disrupting My Comfort Zone
Recently, the idea of spiritual stagnation has rested heavily on my mind. I wonder if a relationship with God can truly flourish under a schedule. Wake up, pray, have breakfast, pray, go to class, pray while walking, have lunch, pray… It is almost comical how predictable the cycle devolves from there. I am grateful that I am able to weave my faith into my day, but am I satisfied? Furthermore, am I growing? Continue reading “Stepping Outside (Spiritual Comfort Zones)”
“I will open my mouth in parables;
I will utter what has been hidden since
the foundation of the world.” (Matthew 13:35)
The walk to Pierson’s Silent Study Break was a uneventful occurrence (to the unseeing onlooker). Another slightly brisk February evening, another student walking to a destination, another end to another normal day. Yet, all at once, nothing was normal. The way the wind shifted the leaves, like a gentle blow of soft pursed lips, captivated me. Continue reading “Living in Parable: A Thought”
How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear His coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him still,
The dear Christ enters in Continue reading “Silence and Sound: A Thought”
Can you feel it? Imagine the soft brush of cloth against your skin, the subtle settling of a snowflake on your shoulder, the gentle caress of a loved one. Listen carefully to the rush of a passing car and the flittering sound of voices rising and falling. Open your eyes to capture a passing cloud, a line of poetry, a smiling face. Let flowers and the smell of rain on concrete fill your nose. Taste the umami of life. It will settle on your taste buds like a familiar friend. Continue reading “Sense: A Thought”