Ethnicity, Reconciliation, & Justice

By Stephanie Jiménez

I realized that I was still operating on a level of loneliness and confusion about my place and purpose as a biracial Latina in classrooms, at work, in my family, and now in my Asian American InterVarsity chapter. The truth was that I was feeling more displaced than ever.

By Paula Frances Price

I was in sixth grade and living in Saudi Arabia when terrorists bombed the Al Khobar Tower there. I felt the blast shake the neighborhood where I was babysitting at the time. When the smoke cleared from the building, where many kids from my elementary school lived, 19 Americans were dead, and nearly 500 people from many countries were injured.

By Lisa Schrad

I know—nobody enjoys confessing their sins. But I tend to think it’s even worse for perfectionists like me. 

By John Egleston

A gas station near our house offers a carwash which I’d never used—until a sunny spring Saturday’s errand to gas up our van inspired me to rinse off its layers of Midwestern road crud. 

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