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Eboo Patel: Build Bridges of Understanding

On January 9, Pacific Union College hosted Dr. Eboo Patel for the Martin Luther King, Jr. Remembrance installment of the Colloquy Speakers Series.

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Students Serve on Navajo Reservation for Fourth Time

Twenty-two students from Pacific Union College spent a week of their winter break serving and providing aid for a Navajo community located near Page, Ariz. 

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PUC Mobile App Wins Award

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Student Blogs | Nicole Hubbard

Posted on October 24, 2008 at 12:01 pm

Dear Mom and Dad,

Reading, reading, and more reading. That’s what the life of an English major consists of. That, and the occasional essay. Don’t forget the essay. I’ve survived though. Then again, if I could not survive a bit of reading, then I would not be an English major, having my head filled with Moore’s Utopia and the Faery Queene.

Besides the excitement of a people who can’t stand the sight of gold (as in Utopia) and knights fighting giants while trying to keep their honor intact, PUC has had excitement of its own. Eric wrote you about the fire last week… It has been the main topic of conversation for the past two weeks. The firefighters who were present at the next week’s colloquy were presented up front as our modern-day knights.

Still, despite their trying nature, it is times like these that bring God’s people to prayer. The first Friday night of the fire, a group of students and Angwin residents gathered at a resident’s home for pre-vespers, where we were treated to a warm, fulfilling home-cooked meal of hot soup. (And, just this last weekend, delicious cheesy Mexican enchiladas made from scratch). Afterwards, everyone gathered together in the living room to pray, getting the opportunity to open each heart to each other and to the Creator. The fire was foremost in most minds but, beyond that, the Holy Spirit was present, filling each person present with a peace and sense of belonging that was almost beyond comprehension.

Now, if there ever is such a thing as free time, I’d never know it. Thus, I think I will just take it now — and see if there is a “later” in which to read James Joyce — and write on my novel. That is, if I want to stay sane enough to do homework tomorrow. I guess now that leaves me with only two choices: to make my characters suffer the way I have or let them off the hook this time and actually live happily ever after.

Nicole Hubbard
Junior English & Fine Arts Major