
Not Dead, But Alive
(1) It was Saturday, March 9, right around noon when I received a text message from my husband with two beautiful photographs of trees, and
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(1) It was Saturday, March 9, right around noon when I received a text message from my husband with two beautiful photographs of trees, and
Winter can feel like a mean season. Winter can feel especially mean if you are an international student from the tropics and the temperature drops
As I move though the season of Advent this year, my waiting and anticipation of the birth of Christ has had an eagerness to it
I learned my first Greek word the same day that I learned my first Hebrew word. I was a sophomore in college, and recently enrolled
By Katy Sundararajan In high school, I ran track for two years. I’m still exceptionally proud of myself for the runner I became. My times
by Katy Sundararajan Last Friday, from my office window, I could see wind whipping the tablecloths laid out for the Spring Fling picnic in the
By Katy Sundararajan Due to construction on the Western Theological Seminary campus, getting into my office has provided some daily doses of excitement this fall.
by Katy Sundararajan My husband, JP, and I bought our first house about a year and half after we were married. The two-story house with
by Katy Sundararajan Just before we left for India a couple weeks ago, my husband, JP, bought a motorcycle. A friend of ours was selling