A friend once told me he suspected that the world and in fact, life itself, is a kind of divine conspiracy with the single purpose of molding souls – a vale of soul-making, he said. Perhaps that is so. Perhaps the moment we have obtained the right shape, have finally been burnished to his likeness,
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I heard this story, and it touched my heart. I think it is worth your time. Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his devoted young son, shared a passion for collecting art. Together they traveled all around the world, adding only the finest art treasures to their collection. Priceless works by
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I call myself a Christian. So what? Behind that label, lies a story, one of brokenness, one of hurt, one of pain, one that is often forgotten. I come from a traditional Hindu family. My culture had taught me that it was only through hard work that I could hope to obtain salvation. I was
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We all know the song: “Jesus loves me! This I know, / For the Bible tells me so. / Little ones to him belong; / They are weak, but he is strong.” It’s a cute little song that cute little kids sing. It’s profound and important; Jesus’ love, after all, is the whole point of
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The Body of Christ is at war. We are at war. Easter is war. In the winter, when ice descends on Harvard and the birds fall silent, we are quick to forget the promise of new life. We succumb to the slow relentless friction of our academic existence, propelled dumbly forward by fear of failure
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We are pleased to introduce the first installment of “The Dispatch,” a new feature in which students from schools all across New England will tackle a single topic together. This issue’s question is: Why Christ? Samir Paul, Harvard The temptation in approaching the question, “Why Jesus?” is to step into the Nietzschean contest of wills
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When faith is final and hope is vital salvation’s in the making Redemption’s waiting for saints beside me so steady and so friendly Your healing touch is so inviting I don’t have much but love’s a-plenty And isn’t truth just so enlightening so lift me up, don’t leave me empty When bombs are dropping and
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