Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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PSD Dec. 11 Final exams next week, then just one more semester! And it's snowing out — God's dandruff. I'm so happy today I could do a cartwheel in the coffee shop! I’m younger now than I was three years ago. Gretchen wrote to me again. Replying to my “urban treadmill letter, she wrote, .. take time to be yourself — to do the things that pleased you as a child.” Hours later, I was cutting out favorite pictures from National Geographies. no What fun — taping ferns and sea shells on notebooks, and scones of the Sahara on my wall. Rest of the evening I just sat around and enjoyed my own company. Didn't even think of watching T.V. Jan. 14 Took a 4 bus from Silvercrest to Uptown Theater. Two potent movies. One was about Jewish resistance in the Warsaw ghetto Felt numb all the way home. What's the holocaust got to do with my life at college? I see stuff like that and it grips me to the bone ... but what then? On the one hand I feel like I gotta get up and fight something; on the other hand, I'm this student who eats three meals a day, studies in a cozy college, and plans how to make enough bucks when I graduate. Jan. 20 A friend of mine was raped near her apartment. I'm very sad and very mad. Another friend just gave birth to a healthy little boy. How do both things fit in the same world? Mere words and phrases no longer satisfy me. They distance me. I want to feel my questions first — to be touched by the tragedy and joy of another — and maybe then, maybe I can begin to touch back. T.L

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■ Bethel can be a crucial turning point in a young person's spiritual life. The conflict of old ideas v ith new concepts and world views can cause faith to both shatter and blossom. My friend is a beautiful example of a student moving from broken beliefs to higher levels of insight and commitment during his years at Bethel. All through class I’ve had this sinking feeling growing in my gut. I’ve always tried to be open-minded, but I just don't know how to deal v ith what I am hearing. The word evolution has never been used in my home without at least a note of disdain, and the concept has never been discussed in my presence without being soundly refuted, with its adherents designated to the ranks of the lost. The prof might as well try to get me to do dope as teach me about the theory of evolution. I feel my very being rebelling against his words. I am amazed at the cunning of the Enemy in convincing intelligent Christians to fall into such obvious fallacies. oe