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Freshmen: calm down, you don’t need to bring your text books to class. You might expect the first week to be challenging and filled with assignments, but returning students know that it generally means getting a syllabus and leaving class after ten minutes.

Each summer we partner with the Bosnian IFES movement (EUS) and send a team to Bosnia—to teach English to Bosnian college students and to share our lives and faith.

Each morning, I find myself thinking: Less than two weeks? Less than two weeks! In less than two weeks, I’ll be back at school preparing for my senior year of college. Part of me feels like summer just started, but then part of me has been pining to get back to campus for months.

Remember looking forward to summer in high school? Waking up for the last day of school was kind of like that “Christmas-morning-can’t eat-can’t sleep-just want to get out of bed” feeling.

Back when I was applying to college I was a naïve pastor’s kid who decided to forgo Christian colleges for a place where it would be something of a “challenge” to be a Christian. Instead, I’d head to the secularized and faithless University of Illinois.

Last year I was writing down my goals for the upcoming semester. About halfway down the list were two words that, taken out of context, could have gotten me into a lot of trouble: Beat Oprah. Oprah Winfrey ran the Marine Corps Marathon in 1994 in four hours and 29 minutes. I’d run several half and full marathons myself, but I needed another goal to keep me motivated.

After attending the Asian Pacific Islander Women's Leadership Conference (APIWLC), I've been reflecting on what it means for me to be a leader as an Asian American woman.

I have reservations about the accuracy of this title (the most important question of all is “Who is Jesus?” but I believe that ultimately he asks it, even if he uses our mouths), but I’m pressing on. Assuming that Jesus asks people who they think he is...

I didn’t expect Jesus to show up in a bar that evening. No, it wasn’t a hipster dude with a big beard. It was at my high school reunion where I reconnected with Chris—a formerly awkward and quiet student who now sported snazzy glasses, stylishly gelled hair, and an identity as an openly gay man.

For the past six years, ��ñ���� students from mostly New England campuses have been inviting their friends to join them for a week in New Orleans during spring break, where they rehabilitate hurricane-ravaged property during the day and study God’s word in the evening.