It was with disappointment that I read 3C’s anti-Diva Days letter in the previous issue of the Mars’ Hill. In my first two years at Trinity, every spring I would look on enviously as my guy friends got to participate in the male-bonding extravaganza of Ft. Douglas Week. Last year I found myself in a position of leadership as CLA (now renamed CF), and I and my fellow CLAs decided to take action and correct the situation.

Once again summer is right around the corner. Just a few shorts weeks, a few more papers, and a few more final exams to go. Amazing how fast these years fly by. We leave the bubble and return to the world at a very interesting moment in Trinity’s history. International awareness of our campus is growing as those from the outside slowly begin to realize that something different is going on here. With articles published in Maclean’s and with our inclusion into the Globe and Mail University Report, the spotlight on TWU and its students has never been greater.

Going to school on Saturday is an odd feeling. There’s somewhat of a sense of disjointedness – the sensation of being a stranger in your own territory. Of course, everything is where it is normally, but it’s all different at the same time. No one is going to class, there are significantly fewer backpacks, and people I don’t know are playing Frisbee. Being at school on the weekend, simply put, is uncomfortable.

High school was a time for change. Or so I thought. I went to Bible school immediately after high school in Germany and I thought that the attitudes of many young adolescents would change; unfortunately, it still felt like high school. How could a Bible school still feel like high school? Well, there was still the gossip, the taunting, the hatred, the pain, and the remorse from those who knew me and from those who didn’t but still liked to “talk.” So, I moved to Calgary for a while and then to Australia in hopes that life would be different. But, things were still the same. How were they the same? How could it be? There was still the gossip, the taunting, the hatred, the pain, the remorse, the problems; it seemed to follow me everywhere. Was it all directed towards me? Did people really mean it? I am told that the cruel words weren’t deliberately thrown at me; that I had misheard the conversation, but deep down I still thought that I had done something wrong to deserve all of these hurtful words, even if they weren’t aimed at me. So then I thought that moving to Trinity to get away from the secular world and into a Christian community would be a bit better, but unfortunately, I have come across the same thing as everywhere else that I have lived before. The gossip and the whispering may not be the same thing or as bad as it was when I lived in the “real world” and out of “the Trinity bubble,” but as I have been growing up, I have slowly come to realize that our world is far from perfect.

This article expresses my concerns towards the ideas presented by Chris Madge in his article, “The Recipe for Recovery” in Mars’ Hill’s last edition. In his article, Madge condemns the way the incident involving Dr. Snider has been handled because the details of the incident have not been fully disclosed. Madge believes the method of “full disclosure” is the one and only way to achieve restoration. Although he claims to be writing from a biblical perspective, his comments deviate almost completely from Jesus’ example of interacting with others.

I write in response to Emily Rains’ article about her unique, unfortunate experience with the School of Business’s Executive Mentor Program. Hopefully, only a few share her sentiment.

Finding direction can be burdensome. It’s important to pray lots, read Scripture, and seek wise counsel. The program has provided me with the opportunity to have a wonderful relationship with my mentor, who provides a great example of a loving husband, father, and successful entrepreneur. His encouragement and guidance has assisted me on my journey of finding identity in Christ and discovering God’s will—specifically through diving extensively into Proverbs 3 (a chapter that you should give a gander after finishing this article).

For more than two generations, the Afghan people have been devastated by coups, the invasion of the former Soviet Union, and the five years lived under the tyranny of the theocratic Taliban. In late 2001, most of the Taliban was overrun in a coalition led by the United States and others, including Canada, which led to the Afghanistan’s liberation from the Taliban regime. Afghanistan is far from settled however, as there are still insurgencies and active rebel groups. These rebels constantly threaten the 2,200 Canadians currently stationed in Afghanistan.

Dear President Bush,

Our world is a hurting world. Every day, as I’m sure you are aware, thousands and thousands of people are dying. As the world turns its eyes upon the Middle East, we as Canadians cannot help but wonder: are we doing enough? Can we legitimately justify giving terrorists even more reason to hate western society, as we drive through their homes with our armoured cars? There are millions of people in so many countries that need help, and we are feeling the strain. How can we go about helping the suffering peoples of the world who need protection?