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Viva Mexico?  

by Dani Corona When it came to everyday discussions on race and ethnicity, I was once very insecure and confused. Because for me, this is how conversations generally go: “What is your background?” “I am three quarters Mexican and one quarter German.” “Really? I wouldn’t have guessed! You don’t look Mexican at all. Do you speak Spanish?” “No, not fluently.” “Have you been to Mexico?” “Sadly, no.” “Oh, well do you speak German?” “No.” This leads to a little awkward silence. Then the conversation shifts its attention to the next… Read more Viva Mexico?  

Words

by Stephanie Cressler Head down, fingers typing, fingers swiping, eyes captured, mouth closed, not talking. Communication hindered when you rather text than talk to the real-life human next to you, you call friend. When ‘how are you?’ becomes ‘how r u?’, u mght ms the mng, the purpose, the point of what is being said. Don’t live, going through the motions, (a motion in itself), you aren’t a mirror, don’t reflect what the world does. You are a real-life human with a head to think, fingers to hold, eyes to… Read more Words

Progress and Identity

by Emani Pollard Ethnicity is something in which every person places his identity. It is good and important and to be celebrated. The politics of ethnic identity are no more resolved than they were thirty years ago. Though we have slowly progressed, our destructive humanity still hangs on to racism and hate. It is not 1968, but police brutality still exists, a black man was brutally murdered in Mississippi, and media stereotypes in reporting do not help anyone. Events in Ferguson, Missouri have revived the conversation about racial tensions that… Read more Progress and Identity

(3) Reasons Why: Love is Active

by Dedzidi Ladzekpo PART 3 – Love Endures Lastly, one of the things I learned about love is that, when it’s real, it truly endures in all circumstances and through all trials. “Love never ends”… right? It’s so easy to memorize those words from 1 Corinthians 13, to hear them at the end of a wedding’s Scripture reading, but it’s another thing to understand their implications and live them. Of course, love’s endurance is something we will never be able to embody on our own strength. However, with an active… Read more (3) Reasons Why: Love is Active

Finding God at Cornell

by Esther Jiang At times it can be difficult to find God at Cornell. When you stand in front of Day Hall, you can hear tour guides touting to the masses, “Cornell University was founded as the first non-sectarian university of the Ivy League.”  Ezra Cornell expressed his disdain for the “dead and putrid carcass of ‘the Church,’” as well as his hope for the triumph of secular humanism. Andrew White wrote A History of the Warfare of Science with Theology in Christendom, which ended with science replacing theology. At… Read more Finding God at Cornell

(3) Reasons Why: Love is Active

by Dedzidi Ladzekpo PART 2 – Love Reacts Secondly, love reacts in times of trouble. In the great, unexpected wisdom that it brings, love can not only see our needs, but can anticipate and fulfill them. Yes, this one may include the word “act” in it (and kind of mess with my flow), but the concept of reaction has so many implications for our love. Although I may have easily gotten past the idea of love as something that is not exclusive, realizing that love is reactionary was a bit… Read more (3) Reasons Why: Love is Active

(3) Reasons Why: Love is Active

by Dedzidi Ladzekpo PART 1 – Love Includes My time here at Cornell has radicalized my idea of love. No longer is love a passive word, all about romance or infatuation. Love is and has always been active, because it truly engages me and challenges me not only as the recipient but as the giver. God has been so gracious to teach me a few important concepts about what love is through who He is and who I am as a Christian on this campus. Here are three reasons why love… Read more (3) Reasons Why: Love is Active

Fortified

by Stephanie Cresseler I reach to touch you, to let you know I’m here for you, but the white dormitory cement wall is too dense for my hand to pass through, yet so thin I hear like it’s paper. I hear the handle stretch and door creak, pressed closed until it clicks. You climb on top of your ledge of a bed, the covers, a muted rustle. My eyelids droop close, barricading my sense of sight. But my ears protest, always working diligently into the night until the lights inside… Read more Fortified