Question: “Is there an analogy for that?” Answer: YES. (Always.) Greetings from Schladming! I’m writing from a picnic table outside of Tauernhof Bible School, in a valley among the Austrian Alps. Though this is a ski town, I know it better at times like these. Schladming in summer is sweetly dusty hayfields, cheery international greetings…
Author: Kristi
Teacher. Writer. Traveler. Learning to see God everywhere.
TeachBeyond Orientation: Quantitative and Qualitative
Quantitative Date: 2010/6/24 Local Time, 24-Hour Style: 18:57 Celsius Temperature: 27° New Missions Staff to Orient: 39 Continents Where We’ll Be Working: Three (Asia, Africa and Europe) Denominational Backgrounds: Many God to Serve: One Qualitative Greetings from Minnesota! I’m writing from my second (and last) night of TeachBeyond New Staff Orientation, which I’ve “stopped by”…
Daydreaming
Bike route from my new town, Wollbach, to BFA We’ve become so used to looking down at the earth from above. At the spiny knuckles of mountains or shrew blue oceans, we look from plane windows at places we’ll never land. The view from European flights is patchy, agricultural collages far more intricate than those…
Bright Things (Come to Confusion)
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night… And ere a man hath power to say ‘Behold!’ The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. A Midsummer Night’s Dream (I, i) I am ending the Ingraham ninth grade year with…
Leaving Home, Taking Home
For me, the lesson of young adulthood has been how to appreciate the beauty of investing in the community around me. Not used to long-term residence or relationships, I’ve been learning to trust God in the indefinite termlessness of young adulthood. What does it mean, I used to ask, to stay somewhere and to love it?
My Teachers
On a warm May Saturday evening, we sit down around the table in my parents’ dining room. Five couples, the parents of my friends and peers, they form a small group at Bethany Community Church. On Saturday night, they welcomed me as a guest speaker, giving me the floor for a few minutes to share…
Gluten Free Waffles (and what they tell me about the future)
I only want a tuna melt. When I moved out of the dorms and had to learn to cook not just once in a while, for amusement, but every single night, tuna melts were one of my first regular meals. They’re delicious, tuna melts, a magical marriage of mayonnaise and meltiness, all bound together with fish. …
History in Skagit Valley
The still grey valleys–Snohomish and Skagit–grow smaller as we keep driving. It’s Sunday morning, early, and Holly and I are on a quest. We’re searching for history. History in general: as we drive east along Highway 20, towards the closed Washington Pass, towns built a century ago still bear the faces of their youth. History…
Steps
To algebra problems that threatened to keep me in the seventh grade, then the mysterious day when I understood that mere mortals didn’t see the whole problem at once. They knew only the first step.
The Way Home 