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When you write a letter to someone, what is the last thing you say? Sometimes, we save the most important pieces of information for last: the best thing that has been going on lately, that ‘big news’, or the most critical thing that you want your reader to remember.

There is such a thing as healthy, mature disagreement. I know there is. I have seen it a few times in my life and it is a beautiful thing. Unfortunately, it is not that common. I have seen the opposite—the passive aggressiveness, the gossiping, the judgmental assumptions, the divisive

Each summer we partner with the Bosnian IFES movement (EUS) and send a team to Bosnia—to teach English to Bosnian college students and to share our lives and faith.

Each morning, I find myself thinking: Less than two weeks? Less than two weeks! In less than two weeks, I’ll be back at school preparing for my senior year of college. Part of me feels like summer just started, but then part of me has been pining to get back to campus for months.

Several years ago, I found myself reading A Severe Mercy by Sheldon Vanauken and encountering an idea that would change the way I looked at grief forever. You see, I worked with ������Ƶ at Virginia Tech the year before the shootings took place on campus. Although, no one

I remember when I accepted Jesus into my heart as Lord and Savior eight years ago. I was intentional about growing my faith and sharing it with others. But...

The train was taking almost twenty to thirty minutes to leave, when a man walking on his two hands and one foot, went onto the ladies’ train car.

When I was in high school I went to Taiwan on a mission trip. My home church in Fremont, CA had been planted years ago by Taiwanese immigrants and now, we were helping plant a small church in Taiwan.

One of my favorite parts of Paul’s epistles is when Paul transparently shares what he prays for. Paul doesn’t just write to the churches in order to correct and instruct, but also to encourage and to remind them that he cares. 

I know the lyrics to all six verses of "American Pie." I can recite every word that Sandra Bullock yells after Peter Gallagher when he tells her “Merry Christmas” in While You Were Sleeping. I’ve read some texts so many times that there’s no point in saving them. I can sing, note for note, the guitar solo from “Hotel California.”