A year of service. Eleven months, seven students, four new roommates, one Native American reservation, zero familiar faces, and thousands of miles away from home - that’s what I signed up for. I signed up for the unknown, the unfamiliar,…
In addition to people questioning my sanity and judgment when I decided to move across the country to volunteer, they also questioned why in the world I would intentionally decide to move in with three strangers. Most found the idea of…
I am three months into my year of service and I have experienced both unexpected joys and difficult moments. This year is challenging because we are engaging in the lives of people who face daily hardships. They live in poverty. They live with language…
It was in the second semester of my senior year that I was assigned to read “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front” by Wendell Berry. One of my favorite professors at Creighton University, Dr. Roger Bergman, often honored his roots…
“Once you look people in the eye, it’s harder to forget that they’re human, that they’re struggling, that God loves the man who just stepped on your foot and didn’t apologize or the woman who shoved her way onto an…