By Daina Dixon
Inspired by a Sunday sermon
You can’t hide from your troubles
for they will find you.
You can’t run from your troubles
for they will run after you.
Trouble is not hard to find
for it’s always looking for you.
If you flew to another country
it would be there waiting for you.
Our troubles are like a huge bag we carry around
Although it’s too heavy we won’t put it down.
Cast your troubles upon the Lord
for He knows what to do,
He will remove all your troubles
if you allow him to.

By Daina O. Dixon
Teach me
How to find your hand
when it’s dark.
Not to laugh when you tell the plans you have for me.
To believe you’ll catch me when I fall.
Teach me how to trust you.
Teach me
How to love in this world of hate
How to show it and not just say it.
To be kind, to those who are mean.
How to smile when
They show me a frown.
Teach me how to love you Lord.
Teach me
How to see great
things in a lump of clay.
How to see the sun,
behind the clouds on a rainy day.
How to …

By Trevor Agatsuma
The Veritas Forum was started at Harvard by a group of students, faculty, and ministers as a response to the emptiness on campus. They believed that universities no longer address the most important questions of life, such as, “What does it mean to be human? Why is there evil and suffering? Is there any meaning in death?” In fact, an ongoing UCLA study shows that over 50% of entering freshmen hope to explore and define their beliefs during college. Yet the classroom rarely allows students to engage questions …

By Sarah J. Francois
What I told him with my eyes
I told him I was scared
That I was guilty
Yes.. caught in the act
I didn’t care
Not anymore
This was who I was
This sparsely clothes
Half a person before him
I’d heard of him before
His name whispered in awe
And sometimes in disdain
I heard he cured illnesses
Gave the blind sight
But as I stared at him
I saw a normal person
Yet I couldn’t feel fear
His demeanor His manner
His eyes
NO indignance
No righteous anger in them
NO hate
And I felt shame
It was a strange emotion
That I hadn’t felt in a while.
Masked by …

A story by YenYen Lintang
Strange creaking sounds and animalistic cries resounded through the gloomy forest. Ruwin couldn’t see exactly what was happening out there because a thick mist obscured all, even the path ahead of him. With a shiver, he tugged at his damp leather jerkin and shrugged the sword higher on his shoulder. He cursed himself again for ever setting out on this quest, for not being satisfied with his hometown, for wanting more and for seeking out this King who supposedly knew each person’s past and each person’s …