Issue #41 | Mar 01, 2016

Just a Taste

OUR ORCHESTRA WAS SLOTTED to play at a concert hall in New York City when I was a high school freshman. At the time, I knew nothing about the world of pornography and masturbation.
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Cover photography by Wonho Frank Lee
With Sin and Stones
By Josh B.

I'M NARCISSISTIC. I tend to center my life on being attractive to others, because I want them to like me or at least see me in a positive light.

I Kissed "Christian Dating" Goodbye
By Jason Chu

JOSHUA HARRIS LIED TO US. If you were a young conservative Christian man or woman growing up in the 1990s and 2000s, the Maryland pastor's bestselling book on Christian relationships, “I Kissed Dating Goodbye”, was the de facto Lost Book of the Bible.

Opting Out of the Race
Korean and Enough
By Danny Kim

I'LL NEVER FORGET the first time I kissed a white girl. It was a dream come true. Every movie I had ever watched and every image I had ever seen from pop culture idolized white women while negatively stereotyping Asian women.

Imperfect, but Perfect for Me
By Eric Chu

ANITA AND I DECIDED to try for our second child at the beginning of 2015. We always had more than one child in mind when we imagined our family, and we thought it would be nice for our daughter, Maddie, then 2 years old, to have a sibling.

A Love that Loves No One
By Leslie Lim

AT THE CORNER of Harvard and Marquette, I jammed the crosswalk button a couple of more times. Why did I agree to 9 p.m. Bible study? My morning shifts at Starbucks were not forgiving.

Desert Fruit
By Kenji Kuramitsu

AS I STEPPED out of the van, my breath seized in my chest. Pained eyes slowly adjusted to blinding light, taking in sweeping, scorched landscape that lit out in every direction.

Church Beyond These Walls
by Irene Hsieh

I'VE BEEN THINKING about why processing my faith has been so difficult for me. Belief is so wrapped up in my identity; I feared anything that would threaten that part of my life.


THIS WORLD IS A COLORFUL PLACE. Not merely because of dusty pink dawns that greet us every morning, or the rolls of golden hills that frame this city, but because every person is like a color.

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