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The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.

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Non-Fiction

Saudade

By Francisco Salazar Saudade is a difficult word to define because it involves a lot of feelings such as loneliness, craving, and pain. Bell, a Portuguese writer, describes saudade as "a vague and constant desire for something that does not... Continue Reading →

My Mother as a Believer

By Sarah Lohroff I can picture her smile, her crackling laugh that only seems to appear when my dad says something absolutely ridiculous that even he didn’t initially find that funny. I can hear her words of encouragement that make... Continue Reading →

Three Decisions

By Gabe Jones I find it rather hard for me to look back on my life and debate on which three decisions I would choose to go back and change. Though I am not merely too old, almost 21-years-old to... Continue Reading →

No Longer Ignorant

By Lucas Mooiboroek "for in Christ Jesus, you are all sons of God, through faith. For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is... Continue Reading →

Learning From Experience

by Stephanie Hickner I always loved snow days as a child. The quietness of snow falling, the crisp coldness that chilled your nostrils, sitting inside by my overly warm wood burner, drinking hot chocolate, it was just enough to please... Continue Reading →

Dying Embers

by Megan Spencer Sitting on the cold metal chairs with all the other basketball players on the team, I scanned the bleachers looking for my father. All the people standing in the bleachers looked the same, since the game was... Continue Reading →

Childhood Interrupted

By Cristian Mihut (I want to clarify that this is part of my faith story, even though it is rendered through a second-person pronoun. I did that deliberately. This device draws attention to the fact that every testimony is a... Continue Reading →

10 Ways to Know You Have Depression

By Tyler Callahan One: You wake up in the morning, after snoozing the maximum amount of times, and your chest feels like August, warm and slow, you say that it’s because you slept so well, but you remember, you didn’t... Continue Reading →

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