Crown Staff

On Friday, December 3rd, 2010, Rubi Garyfalakis premiers her first art exhibit at Redeemer’s art gallery. The exhibit, Rubi’s final art class project, is themed around Psalm 56. Each piece portrays a person and a bottle in a different way to suggest different elements from the psalm. She uses blue to reflect sadness and uses red to display anger. The colours contrast to imply the emotions of the figure within the frame. They are illustrated differently to highlight that not all sadnesses are the same.

The Poetry reading Thursday, November 25th was worth it for the small numbers who came out to listen to Ken Babstock’s latest collection of poetry, Airstream Land Yacht. He also read some poems from the manuscript of his yet-to-be-released collection Methodist Hatchet. I was pretty excited for the reading, being the quintessential English nerd. Admittedly, poetry is not everyone’s thing, and not everyone can be bothered with it, I know.

When I was younger, I read a lot of pioneer novels. I grew up on Sarah Plain and Tall and stories by Laura Ingalls Wilder. One of my favourite parts of these stories was their descriptions of winter.

On Sunday, September 26th, Student Senate held what was supposed to be a four-hour meeting. It turned into an eight-hour meeting that caused all the Senators not only to give up their entire day of rest but also to miss evening worship.

Today, women’s ideas about love are highly influenced by media, social pressure, and false ideals.

First of all, women are so easily victim to love because it is what we need. Love is confusing. Love is passionate. It is heart-breaking, exciting, and intense. There are so many emotions which stem from love that is impossible to find one specific idea of how it works. As women, we desire to find romantic love; however, after being influenced by media stereotypes it is hard to create an idea of what God actually intends for us in relationships.

You belong here! You must have seen Redeemer’s new slogan around campus, welcoming all of us back. I have to admit I felt some excitement at someone acknowledging my place here. It feels good to belong, to have my right place.