Christ Chapel: A Different Type of College Ministry by Chris Ayers
The building where the Sunday college service is held is called “The Bubble.” Not an abstract reference to a Biblical passage that a lot of churches seem to be doing these days, (like “The Well” or “The Refuge”), it simply describes what the building looks like.

Free Fallin' by Scott Bennett
The climb, controlled by the airplane, is a slow and weary march. With sweat dripping down your back coupled with the weight of the equipment on your shoulders, your anxiety builds as you travel upward to 14,500 feet. Looking around the cargo bay, other nervous passengers wait for this leap, seemingly all thinking, "Am I really going to do this?"

Hog Heaven by Katelyn Blackwood
It was summer, 1967. The Texas lakes were full of skiers, fisherman, and bathing beauties looking to fill the scorching days of the season with unforgettable memories. For one simple, country family this summer would be just that, undeniably unforgettable. 

The da Vinci Works by Courtney Brill
We were sitting around the table, and the air was thick. No one was speaking. My two sisters and I glanced back and forth, unaware of what was going on.  A family meeting? In my twenty-one years of life, I have never heard that phrase in my household.

Part of the Solution: The Union of Worship and Justice by Josh Coad
November 10th, 2007, New York City.  Fans crowd into the Hammerstein Ballroom. Some concertgoers find seats on the floor, while others navigate the stairs to the balcony.  From the outset, an average concert seems to be in order. But something is different about this crowd. 

The Union Workers by Stephen Elkind
Who served you lunch today? How long have they worked there, when does their shift end, what do they think of you? These are questions most people ignore. The cashier’s job is to ring up your food, never mind what problems she has with her husband or the chronic headaches that no over-the-counter medicine can take away. Those problems are hers, and you just want to pay for your sandwich.

Day-to-Day Struggle by Chelsie French
I was first confronted about my eating disorder when I was a junior in high school.  My close friend approached me. Our conversation feels like yesterday and the thought still moves me to tears. 'Amy, we need to have a serious talk,' she said. 'I love you too much to sit back and watch what's going on.  I need you at my wedding and at this rate you wont make it.'

An Ode to the Library by Sarah Livingston
When you push through the double doors of the Watauga Public Library, you expect to hear nothing. Well, maybe not nothing. Perhaps you expect the quiet beeping of books being checked out, the clicking of fingers on keyboards, the rustle of pages turning, or the low murmur of conversation between a patron and librarian.