My past year of “post-grad-transition” has been a slew of (empirically appraised) “irrational” life decisions. In my defence, I appeal to a Brian Andreas quote my roommates and I have hanging above our kitchen sink (the holiest of spaces)…
On this particular Ash Wednesday I am asked whether I prefer for my hand or my forehead to be crossed with ash. I opt for my hand. It will be easier to wash off after the service.
About a year and a half ago I sought help for one of these problems. This launched me onto an 18-month long medical roller coaster, with one thing after another being uncovered, culminating in the most significant challenge to date: a tennis ball sized tumor in my abdomen.
In January I will be travelling to Bangkok, Thailand to spend six months learning about the human trafficking industry and volunteering with its victims. The first month of my trip will be spent with Impact School of Missions (ISM), a missions training school located in Bangkok. They will equip me spiritually and culturally, preparing me […]
Corwin Koch lives in Abbotsford with his three hockey-playing sons and runs his own business, Koch Strategic Advantage.
Tia Glenn-Cooke graduated from TWU in 2013 with a degree in Christianity & Culture. Now Tia lives in East Van. She writes words for money and thinks that’s okay. She tells jokes and stories for no money and thinks that’s the best. Tia would like to feed you, you’re looking thin.
I do not consider myself someone who does big life change well. It is not my natural bent. Transitions and I, we’re not friends. When I was seven, my parents sold our Westfalia and I spent the day crying because I would have to make new memories in a new van. Literally, I cried tears of anguish—over a van. My family still loves retelling that story.
Before coming to TWU, I saw myself as the author of my own story and made decisions accordingly. I can honestly say that I never really stopped to consider whether or not God was pushing, pulling, leading or walking beside me. I was interested in studying politics and was well aware when making the decision […]
But who is God continuously making us? And what are we already made of? My favorite children’s novel says that we are “a mixture of no solid color, something like the blended dawn which is a cordial of sun and shadow.”
Over the last year I feel as though God has been pulling me kicking and screaming through a season of change.
Think about it. Being still is scary. It is quiet. Sometimes too quiet. I hear my thoughts. I might actually even hear His. Yikes. Is that what I really want?!?
When God tests our faith and we pass, we receive a remarkable gift, the knowledge that we trust Him.
With the completion of a five year basketball career and undergrad degree, my identity as a student-athlete vanished into thin air. God, in His grace and mercy, recognized my desperation, even when I did not.