Guest Blog by: Yaphet Tedla After about a month and half into our semester in Jerusalem, my friends and I found ourselves seating in the cafeteria of our school and reminiscing of things we missed about America. The school was built of Cenomanian limestone with Crusader arches, which gave the whole building pleasing aesthetics. […]Continue Reading →
Last Wednesday evening, while at a Christian College in rural Ohio that I was visiting for the first time, I experienced a surreal sense of déjà vu. Nearly a decade ago now, as a freshman at Wheaton College, I was present for what some would argue was the most exciting event that ever happened to […]Continue Reading →
Around my neck hangs a rosary of wooden beads given to me by my friend Andrés the night of his departure for Mexico last November. “Ni modo, Jason,” I remember him telling me just minutes before their truck pulled away from our parking lot one last time. “Ni modo:” roughly, “No way.” It was a phrase often repeated between us. The friendship I have enjoyed with Andrés has left me with an acute awareness of the disjunction between the personal realities of friendship and family and the legislation that often works against such realities. In our friendship we feel the tension between the deep reality of a friendship forged across cultural boundaries and the borders that temporarily impose physical distance between us.Continue Reading →
