Processed with VSCO with a6 presetBy Matthew Shuka

I grew up in a Christian home with my four siblings and two happily married parents. The oldest child was Amanda, then there was Michael, Jonathan, myself (Matthew), and Stephen. We grew up in a Christ-centered home, established by our parents. Jesus was always just a part of my life. I didn’t ever have anything notably difficult or challenging that I had to deal with throughout my life that was a pivotal moment of realizing my faith. Faith in Jesus just came naturally for the most part because of the way I was raised, at least until about 4 years ago. View Post

pli7qqnutzelyqsisrkbha_thumb_eb7By Brenden Van Der Werff

I was born in a Christian home, went to church, etc.  Somewhere along the line, I decided that my parents’ faith was not something I believed in. God was distant and impossible to prove, and His actions were nonexistent in daily life. My dissociation with religion was like a child letting go of an imaginary friend. I came to the conclusion that I didn’t need it anymore; I became an atheist. View Post

fullsizerenderBy By Marissa Wiese

The summer after my freshmen year at Northwestern was to be a time of making bank and hiking mountains in Colorado. It turned into working as a part time sandwich artist at a Subway near Denver. One day towards the end of a shift, my manager casually asked, “Are you super religious or something?” Caught off guard, I mentioned that I loved Jesus. That’s all I said.  In that moment, I panicked. View Post

By Betsy Bolt

This summer I was digging through my closet and found
it. “It” is a giant plastic back brace that I had to wear during my freshman year of high school. I had to wear it because I have scoliosis. By the way, scoliosis isn’t as bad as it sounds. It just means my spine is shaped like an “S” instead of a straight line. But what this did mean is that I had to wear this big old nasty back brace during high school to prevent the curvature in my spine from getting worse. Anyway, I found that brace this summer. And I decided to try it on again.

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image1By Ayom Ayom

I was born in South Sudan while the second Sudanese Civil War was raging around my family’s village. My father had left to fight in the war before my birth, leaving my mother to care for my older sister and I. She was forced to flee to a refugee camp in Ethiopia, carrying a two-year-old and newborn.  She faced many difficulties along the way. We spent the first seven years of my life living in that refugee camp. We awaited news of my father, but none arrived. Eventually, my mother remarried and gave birth to two more children. Our family moved to a little town outside of Asosa, one of the larger cities in western Ethiopia. Life began to settle-in just a bit; my mother got a job working for the United Nations while my siblings and I attended school and were heavily involved in church. During this time, I accepted Christ and was baptized into the Catholic Church. View Post