Who You Know

By Mallory

Here they are, the two questions college students get asked all the time:

1) What's your major? 

and 

2) What are you going to do with that? 

I figured out question one (for the second time) about a year ago, and it's getting to be that time where I really need to be able to answer question two. I've over half-done my degree. So it's time, I suppose, for me to go do all the things good college students are supposed to do so I won't have to live in a cardboard box someday. For example, this Friday I have an appointment at my school's career services office, where I'm hoping to wrestle out some kind of helpful advice about getting a summer internship. (Yes, for next summer. Notice the panic.) According to the career services office, an internship is pretty much my only hope for getting a job someday. In order to pick the internship I want to apply for, I kind of need to know what kind of job I'd like to have some day, and I really, really don't know that right now. 

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In A Bizarre Turn Of Events...

By Mallory

“In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.” (Proverbs 16:9, NIV)

You know how the plot of a good story in literature (or movies, I guess) seems to work out just so? As intricate as the plot is, the author manages to get the timing perfect. In the end, the whole story makes sense and it all ends in this perfect cadence.

Sometimes I wonder if our lives are kind of like that.

I’m not sure how I ended up at Wheaton College. First of all, it wasn’t a school I wanted to even go to. At all. (Looking back, I don’t know why.) Wheaton College, in the briefest summary possible, is a small (2500 students), non-denominational Christian, liberal arts college that’s about 780 miles away from home. More often than not, this feels like 780 thousand miles away from home. During my first year of school, I was part of Wheaton’s Conservatory of Music, or, as it is annoyingly but affectionately known, the Conserve.

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Is God There?

By Mallory

At the college I attend, we have chapel three times a week. One of our recent chapel speakers talked about the struggle of understanding God's existence. In an anecdote he told, two men fishing were in a lake and discussing the existence of God. One of the fishermen pointed out that everyone knows fish exist in the lake even though you don’t see them. And then a fish hopped around in the water and the fishermen were like, “Ooooh, God is real! This actually isn’t a complicated philosophical discussion topic that people have always struggled to understand!” And so, because of this story, you know the “Fish” exists even though you can't always see the “Fish” or it you don’t necessarily see it every time you look for it (Get it? Get it?).

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