Our View: Friendship isn’t a transaction
In a culture that preaches “prioritize yourself,” friendship is losing its weight.
In a culture that preaches “prioritize yourself,” friendship is losing its weight.
The student body president. Have you ever wondered: What do they do? We have a student body president? Who is our student body president?
My journey to Taylor University began long before I stepped into a classroom as an adjunct faculty member. It began at home, raising my family and supporting our neurodiverse son.
While communication mediums were limited during Jesus’ time on earth, he still chose to confront and comfort face-to-face.
Once upon a time, a dated Wengatz Hall dryer creaked and groaned in pain. Unbeknownst to any of Wengatz Hall’s residents, except for Front Desk Manager Wyatt Wash, the dryer caught fire.
It is easy to be highly motivated, super organized, and enthused at the beginning of a semester. It is even easier to celebrate the completion of a grading period or degree program. The trouble often comes in between.
Dios. Señor. Jesuscristo. As I stood in the all-Spanish church service this past Palm Sunday, I had one half-formed thought: To know Your name in another language.
It’s 11:00 PM on a Tuesday. You have three tabs open on your browser: a half-written thesis statement, a dense academic article you’re skimming, and a search bar blinking with the cursor.
Picture this: you are an athlete who has worked for nearly a decade to make it to the collegiate level in your sport. You’ve faced many highs and lows that have shaped you into the athlete you are today.
It was late one night when I was out in my car that I happened upon a station playing Christian music. Christian music in those days wasn't really my thing, but I felt drawn to it on this evening. As I listened, I could tell it was either a live concert event, or a recording of one. He talked about Jesus like a friend, rather than a disappointed parent, which had been my perception of Him.
Paul Michaels, director of missionary organization Finish the Mission, was miserable and depressed before he met Christ. He often uses the story of his encounter with Christ to evangelize, but he also uses his story to fellowship with other believers.
As spring starts to arrive, I find it easy to sing praises as my soul thrills to the beauty of God’s creation – sandhill cranes migrating back north, buds pushing up from the soil, planting vegetable seeds in the Randall greenhouse. Creation reflects God’s glory (Psalm 19:1) and testifies to His eternal power and divine nature (Romans 1:20).
When we become like children, as Jesus exhorts his disciples in Matthew 18:3, we become less concerned with the worries of this world. Stress fades away, and we regain a sense of awe of God.
When I review the past 15 years of helping students find and perform internships, I’m at first amazed at the variety of opportunities the students have had. And then, I’m not amazed at all. The whole point of the professional writing major is to help students understand that good writers are needed everywhere.
"The 5,200 contracts that are now cancelled spent tens of billions of dollars in ways that did not serve, (and in some cases even harmed), the core national interests of the United States," Secretary of State Marco Rubio tweeted on March 10, 2025.
When Taylor University speaks about advancement or fundraising, we do not begin with strategy. We begin with theology.
Waving back at someone who definitely was not waving at you. Stumbling over your coffee order even though you practiced it in your head a million times before getting to the front of line. And the dreaded unzipped backpack, open for all to see on the whole walk from your dorm to Reade.
In an increasingly polarized political landscape, one issue continues to draw a dividing line between red and blue: climate change.
As a child that grew up in Hartford City, Indiana, I would’ve never dreamed that I would get to meet people from all over the world.
You see a friend approaching you on the sidewalk. “Hey! How are you?” he or she asks. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “I’m tired,” you respond with a weak smile.