A while back (as in a few years) a friend of mine asked me what I thought about Paul’s statement in 1 Corinthians 13 that “love always trusts.” Conveniently, at that time I was in the middle of reading through that letter written to the church in Corinth. One thing that had struck me about the thirteenth chapter was how we usually use it in a wrong context. Two chapters before, Paul discusses unity within a group of people, focuses on the Lord’s Supper, examines different talents we each bring to a community, and then talks about love. The way he segues into chapter thirteen implies he’s still talking about community—not just two people—when writing about love. Knowing that, the poignancy of what he’s saying increases tremendously. Read More


I had this vision for my life. Past tense. Perhaps you will relate to it, maybe even locating yourself within its expectations and hopes. This vision was persistent. It contained traditionalism. It carried security. It promised predictability. I did not realize it possessed such things, but the very fact this sort of vision seemed natural should have been the first hint to tip me off that my anticipations were yearning for just that—traditionalism, security, and predictability.

My life was going to run according to a script, a routine dance set out long ago by the generations of men and women who went to Christian colleges before me. I did not initially anticipate going to a Christian college, but film school in California turned me down, so there I was, believing the following agenda would happen to me: I would attend this university and receive a bachelor’s degree in four years; this degree was going to help me get a job, a job that I loved; and most of all, I was going to find something else I truly loved, someone—a woman, a soul mate. (This was my thought at nineteen years of age.) Read More

I am halfway done with graduate school. There’s a part of me that is ashamed I haven’t written here all semester long, for there’s been plenty to write about. Then, there is a part of me that is not ashamed whatsoever because they’re things I can’t really write about—namely, my teaching experiences thus far. I got to teach every Friday for five hours this semester, and it was quite the learning curve. But obviously I can’t get on here and write about anything specific because that wouldn’t be fair to any students who have Googled my name (you know who you are) and stumbled upon this blog. Actually, that’s not the reason. Considering what’s “fair to them” is the last thing on my mind since the semester is over. What I mean is it wouldn’t be professional. Being that schmuck who gets online and vents about his students? No, thanks. I don’t want to be that guy. I’m not that cynical. And besides, I didn’t have hardly any bad experiences to write about anyway. This semester went really well. But to get on here and write about good or bad realities is not acceptable. Such stories shall be reserved for conversation and not for a written account for the entire world to see on the internet. So, if I ever do write about teaching on here, it will probably only be about stories I hear from my peers and their classes, for we do love to let off some steam in our graduate office by sharing how ridiculous undergraduate students act and how they think they know how things should work and how et cetera et cetera et cetera. But that will not happen here. Not right now at least. Again I’m not that cynical. Read More