Veritas Conference 2025 Reflections

 

Abel Mutsinzi

What’s something that touched you on a personal level?

One of the highlights for me was the panel discussion on how to approach people who do not share our beliefs, particularly atheists. The panelists emphasized the importance of genuine curiosity and empathetic listening. They encouraged us to ask questions to understand how others arrived at their beliefs, especially if they had been hurt by religion in the past. This approach resonated deeply with me, as it aligns with the Christian call to love our neighbors and meet them where they are.

Another key takeaway was the idea of starting small, like a mustard seed, to grow into something much larger. This metaphor reminded me that meaningful conversations and relationships often begin with simple, sincere efforts. It’s not about winning arguments but about showing love and understanding, which can eventually lead to deeper connections and opportunities to share our faith.

The Veritas Forum Conference in Boston was an enriching experience, filled with thought-provoking plenaries, engaging breakout sessions, and meaningful discussions. One of the highlights for me was the panel discussion on how to approach people who do not share our beliefs, particularly atheists. The panelists emphasized the importance of genuine curiosity and empathetic listening. They encouraged us to ask questions to understand how others arrived at their beliefs, especially if they had been hurt by religion in the past. This approach resonated deeply with me, as it aligns with the Christian call to love our neighbors and meet them where they are.

Another key takeaway was the idea of starting small, like a mustard seed, to grow into something much larger. This metaphor reminded me that meaningful conversations and relationships often begin with simple, sincere efforts. It’s not about winning arguments but about showing love and understanding, which can eventually lead to deeper connections and opportunities to share our faith.

The conference also reinforced the importance of loving the places we are in—our campuses, workplaces, and communities—as a way to love our neighbors better. This holistic approach to faith and life was both challenging and inspiring. Overall, the Veritas Forum was a wonderful opportunity to learn, grow, and connect with other Christian students and professionals. It was a reminder that our faith is not just personal but also communal, and that we are called to engage thoughtfully and lovingly with the world around us.

 

Andrew Dao

What was your favorite plenary or breakout session? Why? What is something that touched you on a personal level? 

 It’s a testament to the thoughtfulness of Jeremy Begbie’s talks that I find myself grappling with his ideas long after the Veritas Weekend. I attended his lecture on reductionism and its danger, where he criticized the tendency of our modern society to only see things from one perspective—to reduce a complex thing to one single feature of that thing. He had an especial distaste for the phrase “nothing but,” which seeks to explain a whole in terms of its parts, effacing in the process the complexity of its totality and the unique relations among each of its individual parts. I wholeheartedly agree with him. Contemporary work culture, with its emphasis on productivity and efficiency, ensures that a thing has no meaning outside of its being an instrument for a particular goal—that is, its essence is reduced to its functionality. 

Indeed, as Jeremy notes, the appeal of reductionism is that it gives us a sense of control—that it lures us into the false equivalence between reachability and controllability: since we know something about a thing, we must be masters of that thing. “What human beings seek to learn from nature,” Adorno and Horkheimer hauntingly remark all those years ago, “is how to use it to wholly dominate both it and human beings” (Dialectic of Enlightenment, 2002). 

 

Given what you learned this weekend…what is one hope you have now that you took from the conference?

What then must we do? Embrace our Christian worldview, of course. As Christians, we posit the existence of the supernatural, and thus are more resistant to a mechanical view of the universe. According to Jeremy, Christians treat the world as if it’s an artwork, and thus we see infinite significance in everything. I don’t think, however, (and neither did Jeremy, probably) that this is an excuse for us to indulge in fetishization. It’s one thing to admire the complexity of an object, and it’s another to impose onto said object a “transcendental” value. Admittedly, it’s a fine line to walk between contemplating the spiritual side of the world and fighting the temptation to be enthralled by such contemplation, but I believe that we, with the grace of God, can all do it.

 

Daniel Son

How can the Bible help us rethink our approach to resting and working? What’s a current/modern topic or issue on campus or the world at large that could use some of this reconfiguration?

 Revelation and discovery through hard work do not contradict each other. Rather, we must study the order of the universe to understand God.

Symbolism, art, and festoonings display truth that is uncontainable and inexpressible. The Gospel of John ends with the note that the books cannot contain the words to describe the truth.

“You have wearied the Lord with your words. But you say, ‘How have I wearied Him?’ By saying, ‘Everyone who does evil is good in the sight of the Lord, and he delights in them.’ Or, by saying, ‘Where is the God of justice?’ (Malachi 2:17).

My weekend in Boston stirred up the three identities that I had as a Christian scholar. As a student, the first responsibility I uphold is to study the order of the universe. Creation is beautiful, and the beauty manifests itself in bizarre phenomena and miraculous pieces of algebra that hold themselves together with perfect balance. Yet, the Bible teaches the fear of the Lord and his righteous anger to those who have forsaken his commands.

To live out a life that satisfies all three realms is a challenge. Subtly, each aspect of life speaks against the other if one of them is taken to the extreme. As a consequence of being human, we are commanded by God to work for six days and keep the sabbath day holy. A charge is given to us to partake in the work of creation planned out by God. But yet, work is not supposed to govern our lives. We move our hands and feet and speak to our fellow workers to sow the seeds and plow the ground, yet the work orders descend from God. God speaks through the Psalms to be joyful of his works with our eyes and give praise to his name.

The work of a scholar is to maintain a narrative and direct discourse. A researcher in the natural sciences is compelled to draw boundaries to what is exactly correct. Take, for instance, the principle of proof by contradiction. A hypothesis is stretched to the extremes until an absurdity is detected, by which one rejects the hypothesis. Upon careful inspection of many plausible arguments, most of them are rejected. After this painful process, one enters the realm of abstract reality. Nonetheless, the researcher is confounded when asked about anything that belongs outside the drawn boundary.

A writer from the humanities is aghast at the restrictive view. Rather, the writer will argue on the grounds of common sense and plausibility to tackle the pressing views of life. “What is the purpose of life?” “What is love?” “How do we distinguish good and bad?” For the writer who strives to answer questions of greater importance, one must begin with subjective realities that are not necessarily verifiable.

A student sitting beside both the researcher and the writer is confused. The student would daub one approach and the other, discovering partial beauty but also the inherent brokenness of the entire process. The strife for beauty will keep the student up at night and compel one to make questionable decisions. One’s teachers will speak only about the things that they understand; the researcher about science, the writer about philosophy, the preacher about sin and forgiveness. Meanwhile, the world is filled with chaos and wickedness is overflowing in the world. Time does not seem to wait for a response from the student, but rather requires an answer to the question:

So, how do you want to lead your life?

 

Harper Treschuk

 The plenary session “Attending Together: Christ and the Big Questions in the University” in tandem with the breakout session “Resisting Reductionism: Theological Resources for Intellectual Abundance” spoke to a set of questions that I had posed in my journal two years ago as a prospective psychology and philosophy major discerning my intellectual and practical vocations:

“Right now, I feel called in my Williams education to find the intersections between philosophy and psychology. How can [philosophy], a field that thinks in very abstract terms have concrete impact? And how can a discipline that often focuses on the self [as a unit of analysis]—self-actualization, self-knowledge, introspection—interface with philosophies of religion that teach us to surrender ourselves for others? And can the space between these two disciplines accomplish anything useful or offer any clarity on some of the issues that I see in the world: education lagging behind technological changes, declining measures of mental health among youth populations….?”

 Warren Kinghorn, Associate Professor of Psychiatry at Duke University, picked up my question about the intersection between mental health and faith by framing mental health care as “wayfaring.” Evidence-based interventions such as psychotropic medication are often necessary but not sufficient for individuals utilizing mental health care. Reducing mental health care to methods of symptom reduction does not leave space for questions that these people may be asking on the level of their integrated, mind-body-soul selves: “Do I matter? Am I loved? Who am I?” The image that came to me as Professor Kinghorn was speaking is that of Hagar when the angel of the Lord asks Hagar, “Where have you come from and where are you going?’ (Genesis 16:8).

 Professor Kinghorn’s perspective during the plenary session dovetailed nicely with Professor Begbie’s diagnosis of reductionism. Jeremy Begbie, Thomas A. Langford Distinguished Professor in Theology at Duke Divinity School, explained that reductionism has its limits in describing the parts of capturing the slices of reality that are “beyond our control.” Psychology uses the reductionist frame of mind when, in Kinghorn’s words, mental health treatment is a “practice of symptom reduction.” This is a useful model. But the reductionist level of explanation may lead to intellectual arrogance, in thinking we can grasp a system that is greater than the sum of its parts.

 In my coursework on clinical psychology while at Williams, I have observed that there is often a delicate tension between acceptance and motivation to change for individuals utilizing mental health care, as expressed in the Serenity Prayer. This acceptance of where one is, alongside committed action to where one can go, is a crucial realization in wayfaring. I am grateful for the opportunity to learn from Professors Kinghorn and Begbie at the Veritas Weekend, as I discern the habit of mind (or lens, as it is) to bring to the intersection of psychology and philosophy in my studies and future career.

 

Jason Rivera

Where is the brokenness of campus and where are the traces of God’s glory worth fanning into? What do you think God has to give you to share with campus?

 Perhaps the biggest idol in my life has been work. Well, work as I thought it was. In reality, wanting to be a hard worker was my justification for pursuing success at all costs. Well, not even success but recognition. I wanted to be the best and for others to know that I was the best. And it was fun: for the most part, I did succeed.

This game that I have been playing started in the fourth grade when my friend and I started competing in everything. We consistently placed first and second in math competitions and instrumental solo competitions, and were always awarded with the “Most Likely to Succeed” class superlative. This transient and seemingly benign pleasure did not prepare me for the pain that it would cause later in my life as it destroyed my conception of work. Flash forward ten years later, and I’m up at night freshman year of college, anxious about the possibility of receiving an A- in one of my classes.

God has been challenging me to stop worshipping this idol for quite some time now. It has been a struggle, but I definitely have become more willing to accept “failure.” However, I still lacked a conceptual understanding of what my work was, if not to garner accolades, and how to approach it. This is why I was so impacted by the Sunday morning plenary session titled “Resting Together: Sabbath, Play, Uselessness, and Other Gifts for the University,” specifically when Andy Crouch, a partner for theology and culture at Praxis, described rest as “joyful contemplation of work well done.”

After all of my self-serving toiling, I finally realized that there can be joy in the work itself, and not just in its outcomes, because it has a purpose to God. I can joyfully rest in His validation of my work as useful to His kingdom, even if it does not make me “the best.” This concept also connects to Justin Hawkins’ breakout session, “Augustine and the Healing of Attention.” In this session, he stressed that attention can be framed in the context of the beatific vision, in which we will gaze upon the Lord for all eternity, constantly discovering new things about Him which we can praise. In this way, I can attend to my work by trying to see the Lord inside of it and how it connects to His beauty. If I can’t, then I know that I am trying to see myself inside of my work and I know that I have once again put my success as the object of my worship.

These new conceptions have really helped me to be at peace with the amount of work that I am doing here at Williams, and to make sure that I am resting by joyfully contemplating what I have accomplished for the Lord each day.

 

Jessica Kim

What was your favorite plenary or breakout session? Why? What was something that touched you on a personal level?

 I appreciated Professor Begbie’s plenary session with violinist Sarita Kwok. At first, I was slightly put off by his methods of audience engagement—harmonizing with hundreds of other students outside of a choir context felt odd. But as he soon revealed, it was more an exercise in listening than anything. Professor Begbie’s talk completely shifted the way I think about listening to music and to other people. What resonated most strongly with me was his argument that the advent of recorded music has completely shifted how we approach listening to songs. Live music used to be a medium for artists to communicate their feelings, worship, and create a shared experience for everyone present. Today, recorded music has made song into a commodity like everything we consume—something that we lean on to affirm our own thoughts or chase a feeling that we desire. He urged us to all consider the implications of this shift on our own lives and to consider approaching conversations and music with a posture of listening rather than asserting. 

 I am deeply grateful for the opportunity to have attended Veritas Weekend—it was an eye-opening experience that gave me space to introspect, build community with students from other college campuses, and wrestle with hard questions that are easy to avoid in the busyness of college life. Two speakers’ messages resonated with me most deeply: that of Professors Seth Freeman of New York University and Jeremy Begbie of Duke Divinity School.

Professor Freeman challenged us to engage in conversations about topics traditionally considered more controversial or difficult to navigate. In providing us with a framework to guide our interactions with others, Professor Freeman empowered us to confidently approach tough discussions with an empathetic heart and open mind. Throughout the workshop, we practiced his Paraphrase, Praise, and Probe protocol with other students. Although it was certainly a learning curve, we all felt much more comfortable with the framework by the end of the workshop. In today’s world, where reactionary attitudes sometimes seem all too prevalent, I am grateful to have had this opportunity to learn how to respectfully and warmly dialogue with my peers about challenging or uncomfortable topics.

I also appreciated Professor Begbie’s plenary session with violinist Sarita Kwok. At first, I was slightly put off by his methods of audience engagement—harmonizing with hundreds of other students outside of a choir context felt odd. But as he soon revealed, it was more an exercise in listening than anything. Professor Begbie’s talk completely shifted the way I think about listening to music and to other people. What resonated most strongly with me was his argument that the advent of recorded music has completely shifted how we approach listening to songs. Live music used to be a medium for artists to communicate their feelings, worship, and create a shared experience for everyone present. Today, recorded music has made song into a commodity like everything we consume—something that we lean on to reflect our own thoughts or chase a feeling that we desire. He urged us to all consider the implications of this shift on our own lives and to consider how we might approach conversations and music with a posture of listening rather than asserting our own perspectives. While there is certainly a time and place for both, it was a timely reminder that I much appreciated.

Many thanks to the Telos and Veritas teams for organizing such a wonderful conference.

 

Tegra Illunga

What was your favorite plenary or breakout session? Why? What was something that touched you on a personal level?

One particular breakout session that struck me was by Seth Freeman, a Professor at Columbia University, titled “How to Talk about God, Christ, and Other Easy Topics.” I emerged from the session more adept at articulating my thoughts and sharing my faith with a close person without necessarily entering conflict and debate mode. The technique shared by Seth was straightforward—when approached by a friend who critiques your religion or faith as a Christian, you need only to “paraphrase.” Here, you do not challenge them violently. Next, you “praise” them and finally “probe.” This now becomes an opportunity to share your reasons. However, if you find yourself in a situation where you do not have much information or the talk escalates into an argument, you can simply change the subject abruptly. As followers of Christ and persons encouraged to make disciples for Him, one particular lesson I took away from this session with Seth was that one needs to “seek the heart to be able to win one’s mind.”

 The Veritas Forum Conference in Boston was a weekend well spent, through the plenaries, breakout sessions, small discussion groups, and trying the many Boston cuisines, among other activities. It was wonderful to see a community of Christian students come together, and I learned a lot from both them and the other professionals—the panel presenters. One particular breakout session that struck me was  by Seth Freeman, a Professor at Columbia University, titled “How to Talk about God, Christ, and Other Easy Topics.”I emerged from the session more adept at articulating my thoughts and sharing my faith with a close person without necessarily entering conflict and debate mode. The technique shared by Seth was straightforward—when approached by a friend who critiques your religion or faith as a Christian, you need only to “paraphrase.” Here, you do not challenge them violently. Next, you “praise” them and finally “probe.” This now becomes an opportunity to share your reasons. However, if you find yourself in a situation where you do not have much information or the talk escalates into an argument, you can simply change the subject abruptly. As followers of Christ and persons encouraged to make disciples for Him, one particular lesson I took away from this session with Seth was that one needs to “seek the heart to be able to win one’s mind.” Overall, the forum was a blast, and it was just so nice reconnecting with friends we met at different earlier Christian conferences or forming new ones through high school mates. The world is surely small for people to constantly run into each other!

 

 

 

Baby Steps

Although creation is beautiful, I sometimes forget that the world is a dangerous place full of uncertainties. I grappled with this unsettling reality during my first Mountain Day experience.

After admiring the picturesque mountains and savoring warm apple cider donuts on top of Stony Ledge, two friends and I began our descent on a relatively flat path. I was walking steadily until the trail began to narrow. It was when I looked down after a quick slip that I suddenly had several realizations. The mountain was higher and steeper than I had thought, and there were wet leaves covering potential obstacles. I started hyperventilating from my fear of heights, and my tears began to blur my surroundings. I gripped my friend’s hand and took baby steps while my panic grew with each additional slip.

As I was gradually being consumed by my worries, a branch cracked under my feet. My ankles sharply pivoted to the right, and I collapsed on the ground. I could not stand up on my own. I felt helpless and worried that my injuries were severe. I wept as I imagined Satan laughing at my struggles and weighing me down with doubt. 

The wind intensified, and the sky began to dim. I desperately prayed to God for any source of help and waited in silence as my friends patted my back comfortingly. My prayers were eventually answered when a few students and the Williams Outing Club director found me. They attached braces to my legs and carried me down the mountain, alternating who carried me every 100 feet. With my arms and legs being lifted by my rescuers, I felt like a physical burden. I responded apologetically when everyone assured me, “You’re doing great.”

After several hours, we safely arrived at the base of the mountain. During the ride back to campus, I called my mom and was disheartened to hear her cry. She became more concerned when I eventually had to be transported to the hospital in an ambulance. Luckily, my bones were not broken, and I would be able to walk gradually with a cane. Hobbling around campus for several days, I realized that I had been taking the ability to walk for granted. 

I was relocated into a temporary dorm with fewer stairs. Being physically isolated from my friends, even over a small distance, made me feel alone and locked in my own reality. I felt more guilt than gratitude when friends visited me, causing me to communicate less with others.

I talked to God about my conflicting emotions during the nights I was alone in my room. I expressed to Him my fear of relying on others and my worries of knowing that my parents were more concerned for my well-being than I was. I felt nervous to ask my friends for favors and potentially disrupt their busy schedules. I wanted an immediate solution, but I continued to struggle on my own because of my stubbornness, and I cried out to God in frustration. 

Then God told me to pause and look beyond myself to the people who love me. I thought about how my family and friends were worried when I brushed off their concerns and lied to them that my life was okay. By isolating myself, I was rejecting opportunities for their help. My fears were a barrier from realizing that the recovery process would be difficult unless I sought out guidance. 

Taking little steps toward Him, I started to accept God’s help that was provided through people’s concerns and compassion. My parents sent me medicine, leg braces, and comforting text messages. My friends supported me when I had the courage to ask – they turned in my assignments, held my hand when walking down the streets, prayed for me, and gave me hugs. Through moments of practicing vulnerability, I learned to walk in trust and deepened my relationships with those who love me. 

I had hoped to overcome my fear as my ankles healed, but my current reality tells otherwise. For simple tasks like walking to class, I am overly cautious, and I walk slowly on slippery sidewalks. Even now, I am still learning to cast my fears on God. When I do, He reminds me that He is with me every step I take.

Originally published in The Williams Telos Issue 14, FEAR

Written by Esther Kim ’23

A Sparrow’s Prayer

α

Above me sparrows chirp,
they chirp like sirens
Hoping to get your attention
What do they say?
God, how can I pray
As fervent and fearless as they?
 
I can hear my grandma saying,
“One offense is all it takes,
For the stony ancestors to sweep us with hurricanes.”
And it did rain.
It rained for days and days,
The waters flooded to our waists,
Until my father’s brown car
And my mother’s golden dowry were swallowed in haste.
– Or at least, that’s what she said.
“You see, the red statues will not hesitate.”
I wish to ignore her, to overlook that ancient coldness
But to be warm, You know that I lack the boldness –

Something wouldn’t let me
The time, it was not yet ready.
Until the waters sedated and settled low
All things covered were shown
Then I woke from a slumber
I thought, I was surely ready for eternity, though –

β

But this weight never does go away,
With every Song I sing it detaches, but still remains
It remains –
I can’t help but wonder, what if you are the same?
As the night grows older
I feel it looming behind my shoulders
Your echoing I cares
They’re leaving me like your breaths leaving my interior
Are you not worth more than sparrows? they whisper,
But how can they in the sky deliver to you their sounds
While now, mine seems only to sink deeper underground?

I have to ask –
Do you care as much about me
As you care about them?
The sparrows, the grey and amber sparrows
Whom you colored and livened with your words.
Or the lilies, the gloriously arrayed flowers,
Into the grasses they so easily merge but do not disappear.
Do you adore me just as much?
But how much does it take you to do as such?
Cleansing me with your blood,
Hearing my heartbeat from under the suffocating mud.
There was my fearful hand,
You held it with yours.
So that the wind, Job’s whirlwind,
And fire, Moses’ bushfire,
Help me stand again in your promised land.
Gently, but with your gentle force,
Bless my spirit and yours –
they shall never ever drift to divorce –

Draw me in, please
Draw in my family
That heat can’t be warmer,
You say, this is my daughter,
With whom I am well-pleased.
I’ve been waiting so long, and finally
To live forever in your stable sanctuary –

After I became a Christian, I did not have all my fears reduced and resolved. In fact, in a sense, I have single-handedly divorced a part of myself that seemingly secured me–my ancestry, my goals for living, my source of explanations. Sometimes, I still wonder about to whom I am praying, who is responding to me, and which “god” people see through me. My inherent fears about destiny, about natural disasters, about inevitable cycles, about divorces and fracturing of relationships, about the arbitrary cruelness of the universe, about being isolated and neglected, were still very much deeply rooted inside, even after those rejuvenating waters of baptism had washed over me. I have realized that as ready as I am for eternity, between then and now still exists a long period of time–my life. And in this life, I still fear being unpolished, unnoticed, unheard, unloved, probably just as much as anybody.

But our God is unique in that He is not a distant God who expects us to somehow achieve perfection; He is the one who guides. I have begun to realize that this hollow part within me is destined to be fulfilled by our Maker, who polishes, notices, hears, and loves us. I am not yet a fearless person, but I have decided that I will not live life in my way, or with any other “gods”–I can only do it with the God whose steady hand patiently holds onto mine, while His perfection overwhelms my weakness.

Originally published in The Williams Telos Issue 14, FEAR

Written by Catherine Chen ’23

Reflections on 2020: Comfort & Joy

Recently, the Williams Telos Board invited members of the Telos community to reflect on 2020 and share their challenges, comforts, and joys. We sent out an anonymous form and created a visual representation of the collected responses.

If you haven’t already, we encourage you to take some time to think about your 2020 and check out this short reflection guide we made centered around the themes of comfort and joy

Graphic created by Sarah Gantt ’23

Loving Temporal and Eternal Things: A Telos Thoughts Reflection

Doris Lee, Thanksgiving, 1935, American, The Art Institute of Chicago.

At our Telos Thoughts meeting on Saturday, November 7, we had the chance to reflect on love and loss. Exploring an excerpt from book 4 of Augustine’s Confessions, we thought about temporal and eternal things we love and how they influence our personal lives. In the passage we read, Augustine acknowledges the dangers of focusing on temporal things but also proposes that temporal things are beautiful parts of God’s creation. Everything will end, but each thing does have its time. When we recognize God’s role in this, loving temporal things can be a path towards embracing creation and God’s magnificence. During our meeting, we thought deeply about how this could guide our appreciation for God and our love of other people. We can acknowledge and embody the infinite nature of God by loving others not only for their presence in our lives, but also because of their eternal spirits as children of God.

“[Temporal] things pass away so that others might take their place, and all its parts together make up this lowly universe: but the Word of God says, ‘Will I ever depart and go elsewhere?’ Fix your dwelling place in him, O my soul; entrust to him whatever you have from this world.”
-Augustine’s Confessions, book 4, chapter 16

Written by Paige Anna Busse ’24

Fullness

Photo taken by Maddie Annis ’23

How will I ever know You
You are everything to me
I feel You in a sweet embrace
In the piercing autumn breeze

How will I ever understand You
So worthy, so grand
Yet You came as a babe to save
And even now stretch out Your hand

How will I ever know enough to love You
As well as You love me
I’m caught up in the infinite
In all Your intricacies

How will I ever be enough
How could I ever
I fail each day and more
Beat down by the wind and weather

How can it be that You see me
Know me and lavish me with Your love
And You don’t worry if I can
For all that I am comes from above

Written by Anna Leedy ’22

Where is the Church?: A Telos Thoughts Reflection

We had a Telos Thoughts meeting on Saturday, October 10 where we listened to an excerpt from episode 2 of Take Me to Church, a podcast created and hosted by Dasol Lee ’21. After reflecting on some questions, we collaborated on a collage of ideas, issues, and themes we wanted the current Church to speak on and engage themselves in.

Created by: Catherine Chen, Sarah Gantt, Joshua Hewson, Esther Kim, Bemnet Mengistu, Andrew Nachamkin, Rebecca Park, Christie Yang

Every other Saturday at 11 am ET, Telos Thoughts meets to engage with a Christian intellectual medium (readings, podcasts, or videos) and reflect on it together. Email [email protected] for a Zoom link to join!

Waking Up Slowly: A Telos Thoughts Reflection

In the morning, I see sunlight

The pillow feels cold on my cheek
But my body is warm under the blankets
No alarm
Just quiet

Glug glug – flushing toilet
Chush chush – brushing teeth
Splash splash – washing face

In the afternoon, I see mountains

The mask feels sticky on my face
But my body is refreshed by the fall breeze
No variation
Just uphill

Thud thud – running feet
Whiz whiz – driving car
Peh peh – breathing runners

In the evening, I see faces

The chair feels stiff against my back
But my body is relaxed among friends
No in-person interaction
Just Zoom

Chi chi – hearing background noise
Ding ding – receiving notifications
Bwahah bwahah – echoing laughter

In the meantime, I see You

Lord, I see you in the sunlight, the mountains, and the faces of my friends. Please awaken me to your beauty and goodness. Thank you, my Sweetness, my Savior, for redeeming the tooth brushing and the Zoom calling and everything in between. Come revive this world, and revive this heart. Amen.

Written by Sarah Gantt ’23

Black Lives Matter

The Williams Telos believes that every person is fearfully and wonderfully made in the image of God. The deaths of Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor, George Floyd, and countless others are not only injustices against the Black community but also injustices against the Creator. Black lives matter. We lament their deaths as a part of the longer, systemic racism against our Black brothers and sisters that ultimately points to the problem of sin in our society. As those who hope in the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, we are not called to be silent. We are not called to be complacent. We must recognize our responsibility as believers to pray for and work toward justice in our homes, communities, and cities.

To our non-Black Christians, we urge you to speak and act in a manner worthy of the calling we’ve received. To walk in Christ-likeness is to listen, learn, and engage. Listen to your Black brothers and sisters who are suffering. Engage in uncomfortable conversations about race and privilege. Learn about ways to support the Black community emotionally, socially, politically, financially. Do the work. And above all, pray to God for healing, reconciliation, and justice.

Written by the Telos Board

Sitting in the Rubble, a Poem by Inez Tan ’12

Sitting in the Rubble
by Inez Tan

Still, outwardly,
I go to work, I cook my meals,
I do my laundry, as though
my life consisted of acts like these.
Six of my friends lose a child,
three get into car accidents,
two survive shootings,
and only one says,
“It’s not a competition,” meaning
we shouldn’t believe we have to win
as if only the winner gets to grieve
while the rest of us bleed empathy.
Through it all, I think of you.
Every day, I miss you.
Happy are the brokenhearted,
for they do not condemn
what they have come to understand.

Originally published in Zocalo Public Square, May 8, 2020.

Written by Inez Tan ’12, a former Editor-in-Chief of The Williams Telos