November Edition: The Blog Post

Writing creatively and somewhat abstractly is something that does not always fit into the mould of journalistic writing. We have created “The Blog Post” to allow students who enjoy writing more freely to showcase their blogs, allow people to keep up with these blogs and provide small excerpts from them. Here are displayed some of the insights from your fellow students. Be sure to check out their blogs. 


Author: Tristan Persaud | Excerpt from: The Beginning

When I was 17 years old I encountered Jesus, a figure I had heard about while growing up, someone I loosely believed in, but a savior I had never known. Ever since, that desire that C.S. Lewis spoke about, has been fed, not only satisfied, but continues to grow in me to the point where it overflows into this thing called praise, an awe in my vision, causing me to reroute my whole mentality on life’s purpose in order to align it with Him – my actions, my relationships, my career, you name it. I find myself up at this ungodly hour, almost crying at times as I ponder that age-old question “why?”, but instead this time with joy, having found the other side of it and the peace that surpasses all my understanding.

The other reason I am up is because I am writing to you. I’m writing about this so that I can tell you about the one thing which feeds all my hungers and gives new meaning to all my questions – He has made all the difference.

This is an exciting adventure that I am on, and I invite you to join me on it, whether it be for a short trek, or for the good fight.


Author: Rachel DeBruyn | Excerpt from: Ginger Beer, Knitting, and a Huge Scarf

Last night, while doing homework, I was struck with an intense craving. I don't get cravings all that often, so I knew this was important: I needed ginger beer. Not to be confused with regular beer, it's like a better version of ginger ale. And because it tastes like ginger more than sugar, you don't feel as guilty drinking it! Actually, it's so ginger-ish it burns a little going down.

Anyways, I dragged along a couple friends and we drove around trying to find this stuff. We had success and, for the most part, avoided impulse-purchasing the other delicious things we happened upon.

Since ginger is really good for you, I also gave some to my sick roommate last night. She took one sip to oblige me, then gently reminded me that ginger aids digestion and she has a cold. At least I tried.


Author: Lauren Bell | Excerpt from: Life Giving Pain

The idea that has been swimming through my mind all evening is “life giving pain.” I believe this was prompted through a blood drive that my school put on this week. Even though I did not meet the requirements to participate, it made me reflect on a similar experience from my past – the IV needle. I guess that this isn’t really associated with giving blood, but, to me, all procedures that involve a needle are about the same, and I have already talked about blood work in a prior post. IV needles make me think back to my latest major surgery, which was a procedure to help fix severe reflux when I was six. For some reason, two moments have stuck with me from this time, even 12 years later. One is the scent of the mask that put me to sleep – strawberry. The other is the IV that I woke up attached to. In my six-year-old mind, seeing the fluid dripping from the pump into my hand caused some mixed emotions. The pinprick that was secured into my small, thin hand caused pain, yet there was satisfaction with this pain, because each drip that entered into my body was going to make me feel better and help me recover. Thus, the idea of “life giving pain.”

As a now adult, I now ponder this on a much deeper level. In my last post I talked about why God allows bad things to happen to good people. I think that not only should humans expect suffering in this life, but they should also allow it to change and transform them. “We can’t do perfect, because that’s God’s job.” This new favorite quote of mine by Karen Kingsbury is true. If life on Earth were supposed to be perfect, there would be no need for a Heaven, or any sort of afterlife for that matter. Death, pain, and tragedy are imperfect, even evil concepts.


Author: Carly Ververs | From: From Where I Stand

I spend so much time looking down

Down at my feet, down at the ground

So I don't trip when I walk

I spend so much time looking down

Down my nose at other people

Thanking God I'm not like the tax collector

I spend so much time looking down

Down at my self, down at my perceived imperfections

Wishing this and that were different

I spend so much time looking down

That I forget how blue the sky is

That I miss the wind whistling through the leaves

I spend so much time looking down

That I don't see the leaves change colour

That my back aches from being hunched over

I spend so much looking down

That my world becomes dull and grey

That the splashes of colour fade away

I spend too much looking down

It's time to start looking up

Start looking around, looking out

But mostly looking up


Author: Lana Burchell | Excerpt from: Earthly vs. Heavenly Father

I have heard it said that the way you view your earthly father has a direct impact on how you view God. Think about that paternal relationship for a minute: was your father present in your childhood and into your adult life? Was he absent? How does that affect you now?

The truth is, no one is perfect, friend, not even us (hard to believe, I know). We all have people in our lives who will disappoint us, regardless of being present in a child’s life or not. I am by no means excusing or minimizing absentee fathers; I know that he has a lot to answer to God for. But this is not about him and what he did. This is about you. My granddad often said, “Bitterness and unforgiveness are like poisons you swallow and expect the other person to die.” Wise words, in my opinion.

Now, think about God. How do you view Him? Is he a grandfather-type, who sits up in clouds, not really caring too much about your life? He doesn’t interfere with things, except to give you a present every so often. Maybe He is vindictive? Does He sit up in heaven, waiting to pounce on you when you’ve done something wrong? Is there judgment and shame seething from his mouth? You could have a dozen notions of who God is.