Majoring in psychology? Still have an internship requirement to fill? Interested in interacting with fellow colleagues who “striv[e] to make a difference… for Christ through … psychology?” If so, Psych Club might be the group for you! Senior psychology major and president of the organization, Curtis Brown, explains what the club is all about and why you should attend their upcoming meetings and events.
Chapel is not about you
There is a misconception that chapel is for you, the student. It is not. It is for us, the Corban community. A greater problem than the issue of personal preference addressed above is the individualism that runs rampant in our culture and on our campus.
Why show up to chapel if you can download podcasts of better speakers from across the globe and listen to them in your room? Why show up to chapel when you can Youtube more emotionally impacting musical experiences than you feel you get in chapel? My answer: community, unique community.
Ode to CCS
A senior expresses her thoughts on finishing REACH credits before graduation.
Yoda hymns and hipster bands: what is worship?
Somewhere between out-dated hymns and hipster bands, Christians can discover what it really means to worship God.
The Sluggard’s Survival Guide to Being Baptist
Junior Joshua Trammell gives valuable advice about how to make a good impression at Baptist churches.
I just signed my life away
We love it; we hate it; we break it; we obey it: oh, the joys of the Corban Contract.
Court Street Dairy Lunch: a classic Salem diner
What better place to go for brunch on a Saturday morning than the local “greasy spoon?” In Salem, OR, that place is the Court Street Dairy Lunch.
The question of hell
Stefan Hinkley is a sophomore majoring in Biblical Studies. In this column, he explores the meaning of hell in the Bible.
Forget “ring by spring!” Singleness is a good thing
Corban’s cliche of “ring by spring” is becoming more prevalent as the season fast approaches. For those students who don’t have any dating prospects on the horizon, it is easy to become depressed and fill your sorrows with ice cream and chocolate, right? Wrong.