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I am not a leader. Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself. The problem is, no one but me seems to believe it. Ever since my staff worker encouraged me to fill out that leadership application at the end of my freshman year, I have been surrounded by people who are constantly calling me to lead stuff.

As we go deeper in following Jesus, we all at some point enter into a heart-wrenching wrestling match with God in which we repeatedly ask whether he’s truly out for our best interest.

The last thing I want to do is perpetuate a stereotype. Every now and then I meet someone who still thinks Native Americans have a “special connection” with the earth—that they can talk to animals or put their ear to the ground and hear a herd of buffalo coming from ten miles away.

For some, college is like a trampoline. There are a lot of ups and downs, but for the most part, it’s an exhilarating and exciting time.

Just last semester, I was leading a Bible study with some friends who don’t follow Jesus, and one of them texted me out of the blue asking, “Erica, can God help me love myself more?”

������Ƶ is very good at getting college students out of their conventional Sunday-school comfort zone. It is very good at calling us to “pick up our cross daily and follow him,” and to radically love the forgotten and downtrodden that Christ cared so much for. 

My faked indifference, Is my witness. I’m not in the best... Fitness of heart and mind—Doing the daily grind. I gotta stop for a second ’cause truly loving meets resistance.

This year’s Indianapolis Greek Conference—one of three regional Conferences held for Greeks each year—was Greek ������Ƶ’s 20th Conference. These annual weekend gatherings continue to be a place where Christian and non-Christian students meet Jesus in powerful ways.

Ah, Easter. Chocolate bunnies and a risen Lord . . . maybe not in that order. The resurrection of Jesus is the historical truth claim upon which the entire gospel hangs.

It’s supposed to be spring. But at my home church in the Chicago suburbs, it’s decidedly winter.