Category: teaching

I enjoy S.J. Hill more as a speaker than as a writer. I imagine that he’s kind of like Paul in that way. Part of it, from what I can assess from his writing, is that he seems to be more a dichotomist vs. a trichotomist. And those of you who know me, know where I stand! Body, soul, spirit! =)

Overall, a decent devotional book. Great book for my FYI students given our topic at hand: The Heart of the Father. Excellent in conjunction with Lifetime Guarantee which clearly delineates trichotomy.



So, I recently added a link to my friend’s blog (see sidebar) Ahab’s Quest, and I have to admit that I am more than slightly jealous. This could potentially lead to some competitive blogging in the near future.


… on my blog yet. Just to cover all of the bases.

(LOL’s at own baseball pun. Back to work on grading student papers.)

Reading Alice Munro. And Brandon Tice. Can you say, way awesomer than baseball?

Matt Bonzo’s Books

So, one of my professors from my undergraduate days at Cornerstone University, has 3 books out! Yay! And, here they are, in no particular order (in bold is information from him):
Wendell Berry and the Cultivation of Life (Brazos) with Michael Stevens. You can read recent reviews in Christianity Today and Relevant magazine.

Indwelling the Forsaken Other: Moltmann’s Trinitarian Ethics (Pickwick)

JUST OUT After Worldview (Dordt) edited with Michael Stevens. Chapters by Seerveld, Olthuis, Wolters, Naugle, Reppman.

While these books are available from the biggies (Amazon, Barnes and Noble), we recommend ordering from Byron Borger at Hearts and Minds bookstore.

(And, I would add, any local independent bookstore).

Scribbled secret notebooks and wild typewritten pages for your own joy
Submissive to everything, open, listening.
Try never to get drunk outside your own house.
Be in love with your life.
Be crazy dumb saint of the mind.
Blow as deep as you want to blow.
Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind.
The unspenspeakable visions of the individual.
In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you.

You’re a genius all the time. 


GRE’s December 2005

“And now we wait. Yes, sadly, there will be much waiting, wailing, and gnashing of teeth (and possibly neurotic gnawing on furniture) until I find out if I am good enough for the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. However, as my boss, John, so elegantly stated, I am now an official member of the “Performance Based Acceptance Club”. In fact, I am vice president. To which I promptly replied (with my infamous impish grin) “Why can’t I be President?”


Well thanks for all of you who were praying.

I am one step closer to becoming… a librarian! (Think, The Mummy)”

Three years later… I am not a librarian. I am an English composition/research writing instructor at Colorado Christian University. And once again I am waiting. Only this time, I am waiting to find out if I have been accepted into the University of Denver’s PhD program in creative writing.

Waiting sucks.

One of my students recently asked me, “What is a Christian writer?”

And I stared blankly in response.

No, seriously. I. had. no. idea. what. to. say. I have been preparing my whole life for this question and when I got it, I didn’t have an answer. It was almost (but not quite) as humiliating as when my master’s thesis committee asked me what theologians I read. Duh, Sarah, you only went to Christian schools for half your life. I think, in both cases, they were “out of context questions”. In other words, during my thesis defense I knew the answer, but I was confused by the context in which it was given. If my pastor had asked the questions, I could have engaged in an hour long conversation. In the instance of my student asking “What is a Christian writer?” it was out of context because currently it is something I am working to define–within authors I intentionally choose to read and within my own writing.

And, here is the answer I have (to shamelessly plagiarize Augustine): Love God.

That’s it. The answer really has nothing to do with writing. It’s all in the loving. Lewis and MacDonald would say the same thing, I think. Love God (and, hopefully, Jesus). But that’s it. That’s what it takes to be a Christian–faith, love, Jesus. And beyond that, everything we do is spiritual.


End scene.

For Good

I finally found a song that expresses my thoughts about all of my friends and family, and while I am trusting, praying, and hoping that I will get to see most of you in Heaven, here are some parting words, this side of Grace (plus, when I get to Heaven, I will probably want to spend more time with Jesus than you… no offense ;))

It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You’ll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend…

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better?
But because I knew you

I have been changed for good

(WordPress=hinky today…)

* 40 student papers

* Let it Snow (John Green, Lauren Myracle, Maureen Johnson)

* Greeting card notes

* Economic Thinking for the Theologically Minded (Samuel Gregg)

* Restaurant ideas for Cici and Jenna, two wonderfully sweet girls from my church who are going out to dinner with me on Sunday

* A million and a half emails

* A paper my sister, Johanna, wants me to edit

* 2 Corinthians 1-2 (Which, by the way, is actually 4th Corinthians. Paul sent a letter to Corinth which is alluded to in 1st Corinthians, but that one was lost making 1st Corinthians what we know as 2nd Corinthians. A third letter was sent in between what we know as 1st/2nd Corinthians making 2nd Corinthians actually 4th Corinthians. Whew! I guess God was a tough editor!)

I submitted a short story to Ruminate. And now I wait.

Yes, that did just rhyme.

Seriously, I have a feeling about this one, but I don’t want to jinx myself in case anyone out there from R reads my blog. Then they might be like, “Well, she’s cocky, so we can’t publish her.” But, really, it’s not cockiness. It’s just a feeling. My gut tells me that this one is it, baby.

I also emailed the lovely people at R and asked if I could help edit or judge.

Finally, in the wonderful world of all that is writing, editing and publishing, I am going to be a creative nonfiction judge for Notes and Grace Notes.

In the wonderful but crazy world of teaching: I am teaching Research Writing next semester! Woot! So excited!

Reading: John Green’s Paper Towns. Yay Nerdfighters!