Letter from the Editor

Joel Voth | Editor-In-Chief

On behalf of the Crown and myself I would like to announce that the Crown student publication is hiring. If you are thinking of pursuing a career in journalism, marketing, social media, or entertainment, the Crown is a great way to get a taste of the multimedia industry and gain benchmarks for your resume for future employment. We are hiring for the following positions for the 2016/2017 team: Managing Editor, Junior Reporter and Copy Editor. For more information or if you interested in applying send me your resume at javoth@redeemer.ca or thecrown@redeemer.ca.

 In this month’s publication [February], we have many interesting articles for you to read. Take the time to relax from your midterms and studying to read the front page article — adult colouring books and why they are becoming too popular — while colouring the front page. If you love coffee and need your daily fix, take a look at What’s Happening in Hamilton and explore the Hamilton independent coffee scene. Take time to read and reflect on the article examining how Christians should listen to popular music, or read the music review on the album Since I Left You by The Avalanches. Take a look and familiarize yourself with Redeemer’s attempt to test online course evaluation and how that will look at the end of the semester to evaluate the courses we have taken. In addition, if interested, read over the common misconceptions within the dairy industry in Canada and how these fallacies are not accurate. Take a look at what Redeemers men’s Hockey team has been up to and how they are on the road to the Challenge cup.

The Crown is always looking for students who are interested in writing for us. If you have passion regarding any topic please contact us, we would love you hear from you. If you disagree with an article that has been published in the Crown, I encourage and challenge you to write an article addressing your opposing opinion. Article deadlines and information can be found on our website. If you have any question, thoughts, or concerns contact us at thecrown@redeemer.ca

 

Letter from the Editor

Joel Voth | Editor-in-Chief

The New Year is a great chance to set aside all the worries and stresses of the past year and replace them with positive thoughts and feelings.  A New Year also means new opportunities. Opportunities to make amends with those you may have hurt as well as an opportunity to forgive those who have hurt you.  It’s a chance to learn from your mistakes and to start fresh with a clean slate, while remembering to not allow failure to determine how we live. 

 

As an old saying goes, “Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and get back on the horse.”  The New Year is also a time to remember the amazing people we have in our lives and to reflect on lives that we have also lost. This is a chance to heal, to regroup from the pains of the past year. So with this positive focus in mind, I would like to say Happy New Year on behalf of the Crown and myself.  I wish you all healing, peace, forgiveness and most importantly, Christ’s love.

 

In this month’s publication, we have a lot of exciting articles for you to read.  Check out the article on Redeemer’s 2020 vision. Read about the steps Redeemer is taking to rebuild and reposition them in this changing economy.  Take a look at what’s happening in Hamilton this month as the Crown team to a trip to review the Coach and Lantern where we try their food and drink — it was a blast.  Read up on the article regarding Volkswagen, and how they are taking steps to correct their mistakes following their emissions scandal.  Be aware that February 1-7 is Eating Disorder Awareness Week and take a look at the article about this important issue as we prepare for that.  In addition, check out the article reporting on what’s happening in the ‘Wild West’ as Ammon Bundy and his fellow militiamen have taken a stand against the US Government.

 

Finally, we are still in need of students who are interested in writing for the Crown.  If you have a passion regarding topics and interests in your own personal life, studies, or in the world around us, please contact us; we’d love to hear from you.  If you disagree with articles in the Crown, I encourage and challenge you to write an article addressing your opposing opinion.  Article deadlines and information can be found on our website. If you have any questions, thoughts, or concerns, please do not hesitate to contact us at thecrown@redeemer.ca

 

Letter from the Editor

Joel Voth | Editor-in-Chief 

The Crown needs students who are passionate and interested in writing and sharing their thoughts and views here at Redeemer University College.  If you have a passion regarding a certain topic — whether it is in your personal life, studies, or in world news — please contact us.

 If you disagree with what has been written in a past article, we challenge and encourage you to write an article addressing the opposing opinion.  We can work with you. If you are apprehensive to write for us, we can guide you and provide constructive criticism. If you’re just not sure what to write but you would like to contribute, you can still contact us and we will guide you to a topic.  Send your thoughts and ideas to us as thecrown@redeemer.ca

In this month’s publication, we cover quite a variety of topics. It’s exam season and everyone is finding a quiet corner to study in, but while you’re there, take a break and check out Ben Bock’s review of the album Helios — perhaps this new music will accompany you while you study.  For those who need a quick break and wish to daydream, take a look at the article discussing Tesla’s new self-driving car — the future is here! Or take a peek at the interview with Dr. Belcher as she discusses her own research as well as providing us with a little bit about.  And for you sports fans, take a look at the article on the Toronto Raptors and what they’ve been doing this season.

 Since Christmas break and the holiday season in almost upon us (and certainly on our minds), take a look at the Local Winter Festivities that are being held on campus or are taking place in downtown Hamilton.  Finally, may God bless you in the following weeks as the semester comes to a close.  Remember to do your best in all you do — and God will do the rest.

Letter from the Editor

Joel Voth | Editor-in-Chief

The month of October has been flying past. As I watch the fall season wind down and the rumours of a brutal winter around the corner, I begin to wonder what happened to my favorite season: the time spent on the land harvesting crops, the beautiful leaves, and the cool weather. In a whirlwind of busyness, paper writing and studying, I find myself forgetting to pause to watch the change which happens all too quickly. The leaves are so very colorful, the air is crisp and cold, warm meals are cooked to provide energy and comfort. Shorts are replaced by pants and now a coat hangs near my door — Fall is coming to a close.

In this month’s publication, we tried to have somewhat of a theme — thankfulness and gratitude for what we have. One article in this issue is a great commentary written on the origins of Thanksgiving in Canada and why we celebrate this holiday — and another is a fun perspective of what a turkey experiences in a day on a Canadian turkey farm.  We also had one of our reporters go into Hamilton and report on the Art Gallery of Hamilton and their current exhibit Are you Experienced? Take a look at our album review for this month as we get a glimpse into Stevens Sufjan’s album Carrie & Lowell.  For all you gadget fans, take a look at our tech article for this month and find out if Apple has in fact made a big mistake. Read an important article which outlines the important facts and clears the rumors about what happened on October third to a group of Redeemer males.

Finally, we always are open and excited to see students getting involved with the Crown. If you enjoy writing and have an article, whether it is Redeemer-related or just something you’d like to share, feel free to send it in to us.

 May God bless you all as we enter into the second half of our fall semester.

 

Letter from the Editor

Joel Voth | Editor-in-Chief

After weeks of talking and planning, my friends and I jumped on a plane and flew across the country to beautiful British Columbia.  We met a mutual friend and started our long drive in his ‘adventure-mobile’ back through Canada and parts of the United States with the goal of getting back to school in time for classes.  Living out of a van for two and a half weeks helped us bond together, reinforcing our friendship. A feeling of community and brotherhood grew as the miles raced behind us.

 Over the following months of this academic year, you will realize just how much impact ‘community’ has at Redeemer University College, and if you’re a returning student you will undoubtedly already understand how important it is. Whether it is in a dorm, friendships made in class, or a relationship built with a professor or academic advisor, I look forward to seeing a campus of staff and students who are engaging together to form these friendships.  Similarly, I would like to see a student newspaper which engages in a variety of topics: responding to world events, addressing problems, and celebrating achievements, all in a responsible and respectful way.

My name is Joel Voth and I will be your Editor in Chief for the student-written Crown this academic year.  I am in my third year of study and I am a business student in the field of marketing.  I am very passionate to lead and coordinate the Crown as the next two semesters unfold and I am excited to say that new things will be introduced to the Crown this year, which we can all look forward to.  We will be looking for students and staff who have a love for writing and reading, and who wish to both entertain and challenge us as students and Christ-followers here at Redeemer. I warmly welcome you all.

Collecting Pieces that Make a Whole

Why I’m not Committing to One Career Post Grad

Laura Heming | Editor-In-Chief

As I begin my letter to you, I should probably inform you that it is not a joke — a forewarning that is probably necessary considering the rest of the paper is dedicated to satirical humour. I, however, am feeling quite sentimental, as this is officially my final letter to you as Editor-in-Chief, so I decided that I should share my final piece of God-inspired revelation in classical Laura style.

I have been finding myself as of late collecting pieces that I have dropped behind me on my life path of the things that make me, me. I am collecting pieces of dreams I once had, talents, things that bring me true joy, and memories of times where I have felt most alive. The reason they are behind, you should know, is because of a little thing called post-grad pressure.

Post-grad pressure, by informal definition, is the pressure — whether intended or unintended — of parents (most likely) put on their child in regards to committing to a steady, practical career. This may consist, for you perhaps, of grandparents asking at the graduation ceremony how you will transfer your liberal arts degree into a good, hefty career like nursing, teaching or something of the like. For me, it is usually something along the lines of getting in with the Toronto Star so I can slowly make my way up over the years. Usually I will reply with a soft, “maybe”, but in my mind know this is not the sort of life I want to live.

This is not to say that making your way up with a company is unwise. In fact, I believe that shows much commitment and dedication, and I very much respect that. The point I intend to make, and perhaps am making as I journey along this road of impending “post-gradship”, is that maybe I wasn’t meant to pick one thing and hold it for the rest of my life.               

The fact is, I have many loves. I love to write — write insightful non-fictions of things relating to faith and culture, or sometimes just poetry. I love to work with people, and I dream of opening a centre for sex-trafficking victims who need true relationships, need to be shown care, and need outlets for healing such as painting or writing. I love designing and creating — making décor for homes, making floral arrangements, or turning recycled objects into something new and borrowed.

So yes, I have many, many loves. Possibly an incompatible ensemble of loves. But as I keep learning more about the God I serve, I continue to learn how much reason and purpose there is to every one of these passions. Perhaps not every one will land me a mansion in the outskirts of Hamilton, but I don’t think that is what it is about. In a world surrounded with people grasping for money — singing about money, living for money, compromising morals for money — it is no wonder we feel an enormous pressure to make our way up to some place that will allow us to life more than comfortably.

The picture I see coming together for me as I slowly put together my life puzzle is that the pieces do indeed fit together, because every time I drop one, I feel as though I have lost a part of myself. I do not want to lose pieces of myself in the pursuit of money. I want to dedicate my life to giving back to God the gifts he’s given me, even if it is a messy, multicoloured puzzle. The fact is I don’t want to be a journalist who writes about new social work therapies while finding a couple hours here and there to entertain my crafty side. I want to be an obedient, Jesus-serving woman who happens to love to write, speak into people’s lives, and make stuff. I am learning what I choose to do with my life and my time doesn’t define me. It is Jesus who defines me and gives me stuff to do and a personality to brighten the things I do. 

I wholeheartedly appreciate and love the way a close person in my life has decided to start conversations with new people. Rather than asking “What do you do?” or “What’s your field?” he will ask “What do you like to do with your time?” I think this is the way we should approach the body of Christ. Our identity is not what we do or where we work, it is rather the person God is shaping us to be and how he has uniquely gifted us to do so more enjoyably.

And so, there it is. My final piece of insight from my crazy final year at Redeemer. I have learned to notice that God ties little lessons and insights to each little event in our lives, if we only take the time to reflect and notice. I hope you will do the same as you journey through the roads and rivers, however plentiful or dry they may be. Find peace in the fact that everything literally works together. What a great Orchestrator we serve.

So with that, enjoy some light and humorous reading for the end of the year, and thank you for being a wonderful reader of my little letters.

As I Stood on Murky Snow: The Uncertainty That Often Exists in the Life Navigation of a Christian

Laura Heming, Editor-in-Chief

March 2015

At the beginning of my time as Editor-in-Chief, I found myself wondering about the nature of what my letters would be — would they be eloquent, poetic revelations from my everyday life? Perhaps humorous anecdotes from my interactions? I didn’t exactly decide, per se, because if I am honest my writing is often spontaneous. Ideas will come to me at the most curious of times — whether it’s in my grumblings while going to school through -20o weather, or in the times where I am suddenly hit in the stomach with a sack of sand wondering what my life will sprout in the next few years. And I have no doubt that there is a reason why these ideas always come a few days before the long awaited publication nights.

 And so, without a doubt, my March idea came to me the same way it often does: in the midst of my grumbling — when God seems to speak to me loudest.

 During a spontaneous day trip to Niagara on the Lake, my friends and I ran (quite literally) through the streets in the crazy manner we often do when we are together. From taking pictures of horses pulling buggies to singing Pocahontas in an outdoor park stage, to tricking each other into memorial jail cellars in city halls (again, I emphasize we are crazy when together).

 We got to the lakefront at the end of our antics, where a glacier type ledge stood by the edge of the water, covered with murky grey snow. I stood at the edge, breathless, looking into the vastness of the newly born spring water — a water body celebrating being free from a hard, fought winter.

 I was there, looking down into the dark waters and my feet inches away from quite possibly falling in, where I had my “moment” — the ‘aha!’ connection, electric shock kind of moment writers experience from time to time.

 My time of crazy antics, presentation prepping, paper writing, and newspaper editing are about to expire. I am finding myself standing on murky ground — not hearing direct instructions from God any which way. The answers to the questions I ask are not black and white, and I am standing looking into this huge, unchartered mass of water wondering how on earth I will ever find my direction.

 What I am learning, however, (although it is truly a daily tussle between me, myself and I) is that some things in life will never be black and white. Rather, it will be a sheet of post-winter slush. What is important is not that God puts me on a black or white space on a massive, human race chessboard. The key is the seeking of him in those times where it feels like we are about to cannonball into a crisp well of water. Our comfort, growth and strength are found in the times where we can’t hear answers. I somehow think that is not the point of our lives in God. I think it is the journey, and whom we are speaking with through it.

 If you are finding yourself, as I’m sure many of you are, standing on grey snow — on a ground covered in uncertainties and unclear answers, take comfort in the fact that underneath that snow remains a solid ground, a firm foundation, and as long as we are standing on it, we cannot be led astray.

 

            

The 40 Days of Freeze

Laura Heming, Editor-in-Chief

February 2015

I take a look at the squalls that quietly knock upon the netting of my window. I grossly misjudge the temperature of this sunny day as my senseless face reminds me that apparently the South Pole has decided to expand onto my street overnight. I wave hello to the friendly penguins dropping the kids off at the bus, pass the polar bears taking out their garbage with a yawn, and softly remind myself, as the three feet of snow engulf my steps, “I’m sure California is looking for some fresh graduates to occupy their beach houses soon”.

 To shed a little light on my (slightly) exaggerated anecdote, I somehow sense that this ‘polar vortex’ serves as an unconventional and somewhat painful metaphor. There are always little truths tucked into the seams of these personal or communal hardships we go through — ones worth digging into and acknowledging. It’s something our mothers always told us, but, let’s admit it, we’re finding it truer with time.

 If nothing else, finding a metaphor can be quite helpful in letting go of the bitterness we currently have for our beautiful country.

 Back to my point. I can’t help but draw a parallel from the daily constant struggle of winter, whatever that may mean for you. Maybe it’s starting your car, walking to the bus stop, walking to school, etc. The parallel between this winter battle and the season of lent we are currently in, and what it was meant to look like.

 My initial reaction to the beginning of the lent season was: “Oh, yes! A perfect time to give up a social media giant!” which, in essence, is not a bad thing at all. However, I started to feel like I was somehow missing the point. I was giving up something I would in all honesty get back after the 40 days was through.

 I didn’t want this lent to be a daily yearning for the day when I could gain back a vice I had earlier given up. I wanted it to be a daily gift bringing to Jesus — the gift of my time.

 I feel that perhaps these 40 days are meant to be a struggle, but one that will give us new life when Jesus returns, or the day we recognize as His rising day. That Jesus will refine my struggle to make time for Him daily, and on the 40th day put my struggle of complacency to death, and raise in me a newfound love for His presence.

 In the same way, this is what the admittedly awful winter parallels. It is a cold, hard, daily struggle. We get upset and bitter and frustrated. But when the tips of the daises finally show their faces, and the snow turns into a fresh drink for the hidden grasses, we know that spring has finally come, and there is hope for freedom from cold, dreary days.

 It is within the struggle that we eventually appreciate the newness of the outcome. Let us find hope in the fact that our strivings are never all for naught. There is newness, there is freedom, and there is life where darkness is trod through.

 

 

 

New Year, Old You

Laura Heming, Editor-in-Chief

January 2015

In a whirlwind of ‘new year, new you’ propaganda, you may have found yourself pressured, or possibly excited, by the idea of a year of starting new. This may have taken the shape of many different things. Maybe it was gutting your closet of that knitted dog sweater you keep in case you attend a puppy birthday party.  Maybe it was to cut down on Tim Tams and replace them with wheat grass or, quite possibly, it was to stop spending the midnight hours watching Friends on Netflix.

 Whatever it was for you, it probably left you feeling lighter for a year of new adventure and new philosophies. But, as you get to mid January, you maybe start slipping away from your ‘new you promises’. Maybe you start sneaking the Tim Tams when everyone’s asleep. Or maybe the gym starts missing your sneakers on its treadmill.

 Good things though they are, I find myself cringing at the phrase, however empowering it may be.

 The reason I feel this way is because it is becoming more prominent how heavily our culture is becoming ‘me-centred’ — so much so that our first thought when the new year rolls around is, “how can I better myself this year?”

 I would like to encourage you be a little rebellious this year. Keep some things of the past. Yes, don’t give away every dog sweater in your closet (metaphorically speaking). There are some key things — some dusty vintage vases in the back of your closet — that are worth keeping, dusting off, and putting on your bedside table.

 These vases are your old, solid habits. The habits you had when you first became a Christian and would spend an hour each morning praying and reading your Bible, journaling, or whatever you did to spend time some solid time with God. These are disciplines — old, vintage ones if you will — that are against the grain of culture and, oddly enough, will make for a healthier and purposeful year.

 So, in light of this tidbit of spiritual metaphor, we present to you our Vintage Edition of The Crown. It will serve as a reminder to stick to your roots, and what you started with at the beginning of your spiritual journey before things got cluttered with the world and its goings on. It is a reminder that everything new is not always gold, and perhaps our old habits and things we shoved to the back of our closet are actually the healthiest things to bring back out, and those new, shiny philosophies may be more harm than help. Let’s be a bit against the grain this year.

 Out with the new and in with the old. 

 

 

 

 

 

The Veins and the Valves

Laura Heming, Editor-in-Chief

November 2014

This Thursday, I sat in a line of ecstatic high school kids. This was an attempt to get the perfect seat for the premiere of the third part of my favourite movie series. I was not joking around about this premiere. I had thought long and hard about what the perfect time to arrive at the theatre would be in order to get prime seating. I chose the perfect attire for optimal comfort, as well as the perfect array of movie snacks, carefully chosen not to be too crunchy to obstruct my hearing, and not too salty, so I didn’t need to leave the theatre to buy a drink.

I know — crazy. But to be completely fair, this viewing had been a major anticipation of mine for just about a year.

 Mockingjay (if you did not already guess) did by no means disappoint. I will not give away anything for those of you who are planning to see it soon. What I can say is that Katniss had further portrayed herself as the perfect hero. I found myself leaning closer to the screen at every high intensity scene, watching her stone face shake and quiver as she carefully spouted quick and wise words that would fleetingly catch on as the catch phrases of the rebellion, or would become the marching song for the districts as they paraded for freedom.

 This all brought me back to a deeper meandering. The showing up hours early, the contemplation of snacks that would not obstruct hearing, the tears (yes, there were some tears), the close listening to Katniss’s words and the way those words caught on fire by the people around her. It brought me to think that this careful and excitable anticipation should be the way we approach the one who speaks holy truth – with great eagerness, carefulness, and deep emotion.

 Looking over our writing repertoire for November’s edition, it reminds me of our initial goal of integrating faith and culture. The goal was to allow students, as well as ourselves, to see how Jesus literally is a vein in every valve of life — bringing life and meaning to every single thing we do.

 The way I approached the viewing of my favourite movie is the way I desire to approach serving and living for my true king. It is the way we as a team initially desired the student body to see Jesus. That is, to get excited about the fact that He is in everything and, ultimately, to ignite a fire to serve and heed His words in great anticipation for His coming.

 As we approach Christmas, let us take the same approach to His throne. Through realizing His involvement in each part of culture, let us glorify how great of a God we serve, and let that awareness kindle an eagerness to keep listening, waiting for and repeating His words with great excitement and anticipation.  Let His song be our daily song as we march toward our forever home of Heaven.

 

Harsh Winds and Sovereignty

Laura Heming, Editor-in-Chief

October 2014

October has come in heavy.

It seems as though the cold winds have brought along with them heavier hearts for many of the people around me, including myself. I feel as though there have been cold, hard issues that God has been bringing into fresh light for me these past few weeks, and I often wonder if I can hold a steady grip on anything.

I’m learning more and more about the concept of seasons in this very popular and sentimental season of Pumpkin Spice Lattes, cozy sweaters and all that jazz. Recognizing different seasons in life is recognizing that sometimes life is just really heavy and really hard. The more life progresses, the more I see a colder world, and the more I see that my attempts to wrap myself in a warm blanket of relief seem to falter.

 I find myself crumbling under the burden of my saturated thinking. Leaves are changing, people are changing, and the very things I held in positions of importance are changing.

The other day, a close friend told me that if four years ago she were to picture what her life would be like today, it would not look like it does now. That is always how it goes, isn’t it? We have these big plans, these tidy, groomed ideals of what life will be, and we begin to realize that we can’t always make those things happen.

One of my favourite authors, Wendell Berry, talks about this concept in his book Jayber Crow. He says, “This, I thought, is what is meant by 'thy will be done' in the Lord's Prayer, which I had prayed time and again without thinking about it. It means that your will and God's will may not be the same. It means there's a good possibility that you won't get what you pray for. It means that in spite of your prayers you are going to suffer.”

Sometimes to suffer means to be in the will of God. Despite my confusion of why my heart is often heavy-laden with the hurts of others or the races that exist in my mind, I am overwhelmingly humbled. I am learning over and over again that suffering exists not because of a God who punishes or couldn’t care less, but because of a God that is never finished with making us new. God’s will is not always a big, unattainable mystery, but it often is. We are called to be present in the things we endure — present in suffering, present in rejoicing and present in moments of confusion and brokenness.

As you read October’s edition of the Crown, you may find there are many heavy issues that we have decided to bring to light and discuss. We as a team encourage you to allow yourself to feel remorse, feel anger, feel joy and feel confusion about these topics. We invite you to recognize that even as the world around us changes and seems to cry out for release, there is a redemptive healing in feeling things deeply and learning that God is, despite what we wish we could do to make things better, making all things new.

 

 

A New Focus for an Old Paper

Laura Heming, Editor-in-Chief

September 2014

When the brand new Crown team met back in April, sparks flew

A group of eight, wide-eyed journo-enthusiasts splattering ideas together like neon paints on a canvas.  It felt as if we were the new team of interns for the New York Times with copious amounts of time to recreate the paper as a whole. The plan? A whole new look, with a homey office – lamps, couches and the works – contests and a few journalism conferences here and there. Big dreams for a little team.

 A humid July day this summer, I sat beneath a willow tree by a pond. I quickly dropped my pen from my hands to watch an abnormally large group of geese pecking the ground and following each other dead on — father goose would waddle left or right or across the path, and the group would follow, with no hesitation. Life was pretty simple for them, and by their constant little honks, it was clear they were perfectly content with that.

 Little boys would chase them in circles, while their sisters would honk right back. But the geese were not fazed. They knew what they needed to do. They were there, among all the kids and runners and dreamers like me, yet they knew what they wanted, followed their father goose, and lived a quaint, simple life.

 So, if it’s quite okay with you I would like to forget the clutter and bring us in a simpler direction like my friends the geese.  Although it is a beautiful thing to have a team with a pocketful of ideas, we have quickly learned the definition of simplicity and obedience.

 My very first, and most constant vision for the paper has been rolling around in the back of my mind since the very first day my trembling reporter hand signed the contract as Editor In Chief.  That vision, however much I tried to make it more cutting edge or “with the times”, hasn’t really changed. So, I take that as my Father speaking pretty clearly.

 I want to see a campus of students who choose to engage in culture and respond to it, who choose to exemplify how it is that Christ weaves into everything in life – from the new NHL season to municipal elections and campus debates. I want to connect with other schools in the area, praying for and learning from our friends at McMaster and Mohawk. I want to engage in the viewpoints outside of Christianity to strengthen our knowledge and sharpen our minds.

 I want to leave my final year knowing that we, as a small and steady newspaper, were able to rouse conversation, take our convictions more seriously and realize that Jesus is literally involved in weaving all things together, and evermore for the rest of our lives will be. I grow tired of a lethargic faith in a culture that is drowning in relativism and watered down conviction, and I want to start in a small way to change the direction of things the best way possible from this newspaper platform.

 I want to follow in step with my Father – left, right or across the path – even when everything around me is chasing, distracting or honking back. Let this humble paper, full of the words of honest and bright crimson hearts, be simple to you; let it be a hefty challenge, a writing outlet, a coffee shop conversation, a tough conviction, a bridge between views, or a time of prayer under the shade of a willow tree.