Words Can Never Hurt Me

G_Tanya

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Cabbage and rice. Cabbage and rice. Cabbage and rice. That was lunch, every day, for these Mozambican boys. For dinner they had cabbage, rice, and fish. This was my first short-term mission trip, and I was just twenty. I watched as they […]

Longing To Say Less

S_Meredith

By Meredith Bazzoli | Twitter: @MeredithBazzoli I have a lot of words. In third grade, my teacher shared an exemplary expository essay on the class overhead projector. She read the piece aloud, underlining, circling, and starring words in purple marker. The piece elaborated the ways Native Americans utilized all parts of the buffalo. Mrs. Keehn showed […]

Transition and Desire

S_Fiona

So we are moving again. Boxes half filled stand across our bedroom floor waiting for contents. We’re filling up Facebook albums with photos of things to sell and give away. We’re packing these last few weeks with lunches and dinners and picnics in the park, trying to savour every last moment of goodness with these […]

The Song of Slow

S_Holly

I don’t remember much about my Meme, my mother’s mother. Most of what I do remember is wrapped in a foggy veil of sounds and smells. Dove soap. The buzzing of cicadas. Creamed-corn. The whir of an oscillating fan. The heavy scent of pine straw and fig trees. And, perhaps, most distinct—the steady and rhythmic ticking […]

When Theology Is Like Poetry

J_Lisha

As a young girl I’d imagine what life would be like in a mosque. I wanted to touch a prayer rug, smooth my hands over the knee worn familiar weft and, in holy adoration, bring my petitions before a God who would refuse me—if I didn’t get it right. I wanted to know what it […]