Thumbs Down, Crying Eyes
In my iPhone, hidden among the pre-packaged, processed verbiage of my text
threads and emails, probably buried somewhere beneath the emoji, I keep an
arsenal of verbs I stumble upon. They’re relics
Humanity
Agents of Change
CI recently took one of my classes at Wheaton College to an on-campus, student
performance of Bertolt Brecht’s The Caucasian Chalk Circle. It was a stirring
interpretation of a play that continues
The Worlds Numbers Built
A young Michael Clune sits in front of his family’s television long after the
jumbled noise of the VCR tape has stopped, absorbed in a primordial void of
static, waiting for something.
<i>The Art of Memoir</i>
Over the weekend, my husband, Steve, mentioned a radio news segment he heard
about my alma mater.
“The Silent Night game?” I asked, referring to Taylor University’s now famous
tradition during the
Thoughts & Texts to Accompany Your Advent
Nov 29
“But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with
healing in his wings…” A curtain closes and a 400-year wait begins. 1
Nov 30
And the