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Blog articles offer practical advice, personal experiences, and responses to current events from the vantage point of life in academia.

By Tish Harrison Warren

In the face of tragic news reports, particularly out of Iraq, Tish Harrison Warren laments the inability to respond and confesses our deep need for prayer.

By Carmen Acevedo Butcher

Far north off England’s east coast, near Scotland, is Holy Island, known as “Lindisfarne” at first millennium’s close. Its vibrant monastery could only be reached from the mainland at low tide, by a path of mud and sand flats . . .

By Alison Marie Smith

This year I celebrated my fifth anniversary with InterVarsity. Depending on the day, I either want to have a high-energy dance party . . .

By Carmen Acevedo Butcher

Stranded high on a cracking vinyl cushion, I tried not to blink, eyes filling with regret. I’d picked the pixie cut after browsing waiting-room Glamour magazines, but watching six inches of my dark locks lopped off . . .

By Carmen Acevedo Butcher

Soon after publishing my translation of that medieval book on prayer, The Cloud of Unknowing, I crash-landed in a counselor’s office. I had become a jittery, work-driven insomniac whose old ways of coping had failed. I was living fifteen-hour writing days . . .

By Chandra Crane

Dear Carmen, in the middle of your very poignant piece about the grace and power of the Lord as shown through water, another thought captured my attention. When surveying your flooded office . . .

By Tish Harrison Warren

My first daughter was born very, very early on a rainy morning just under four years ago. I’m new at this. And I’m no parenting expert. I don’t really know what I’m doing. And I haven’t even sent a kid off to kindergarten yet. . . .

By Christine Wagoner

I was at the grocery store the other day perusing the cheese cases and was excited to see they were giving away samples of gourmet cheeses. The woman handing out the samples engaged me in small talk, chatting about the delicious cheeses . . .

By Carmen Acevedo Butcher

I had worked there three months without even so much as tapping it once. I had, however, eyed, admired, analyzed, wondered at, and resisted it. Scholarship-enabled, I was an anxiety-ridden sophomore . . .

By Tish Harrison Warren
I’m always caught off guard by how tragedy is inevitably invaded by the ordinary. Soon after we were married my husband and I were in a serious accident that left the friend riding with us severely injured . . . 

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