A poem written by the amazing Morgan E., presented durning our class reflection. She has graciously allowed me to repost it here. Enjoy!
The WIJITs take a week of adventure, reflection, and rest
In which the eighth plague returns, profiling occurs, and Andrew learns about filming rules in Security Zones
There’s a particular kind of community born of shared sunburns and sweat. It sounds like breathless conversations between the labored inhalations of a hiker. It feels…
A poem in two parts
Three Days, Thirty-Five Miles, way more renditions of the Titanic song then my classmates might have liked, and we have finally completed our Jesus trail journey. Most of us are sore, many are still sick, and all…
“Let me tell you what is, in my opinion, the central problem of human…
As I walked the Via Dolorosa today with some of my peers, I was reminded yet again of…