Posts Tagged Grace
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 wouldn't be as friendly as I am. I come from the Midwest where people will have conversations with you not because they are trying to make
04.7.2011| The Fish Tank | Christopher Hopper
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 goodie from one of the leading British evangelical pastors and theologians of the 20th century, John Stott:
“God must ‘satisfy himself
11.8.2010| The Fish Tank | Nick Nowalk
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 of nowhere, just planted next to a highway because someone felt the need to put something other than a gas station at that particular exit.
08.11.2010| The Fish Tank | Chelsea Carlson
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 been a major theme throughout my life; my mom especially has hauled me (and occasionally my harp) all over creation to make sure that we follo
07.28.2010| The Fish Tank | Chelsea Carlson
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 Tragedies, replete with chorus and tragic hero. It was my first tragedy. Oedipus was condemned by Apollo’s prophecy, related by an oracle,
06.28.2010| The Fish Tank | Judith Huang
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 to have my heart wrenched around. I was in the mood for fun summer science fiction—a gripping adventure lightly spiced with the myste
06.3.2010| The Fish Tank | Anne L. Goetz
I have a confession to make. I am a coward. A bumbling, trembling, miserable coward consumed by fear.
I fear facing God. I know that my faith isn't where it needs to be, but I don't know how to get it there. I know that the only way to even start to resolve the problem is a long, deep, inte
06.1.2010| The Fish Tank | Jordan Monge