Roxane B. Salonen
I didn't know Sam Traut, the 24-year-old brutally murdered at his Fargo home recently by a stranger who had come knocking, asking for a glass of water. But through his friends, I have come to know Sam and have grieved his tragic end with the rest of our community. He is my brother in Christ, and I can't help but feel the loss of a family member. One of his good friends wrote me privately shortly before Sam's name was released to the public.
HAWLEY, Minn.—As she talks, her blue eyes sparkle, and her wispy, raven hair cascades down her shoulders, moving with her motions, a light emanating outward from within. But Taunya Todd says it hasn't always been this way, not like now. Undoubtedly, she's always carried brightness within her, first through music.
In Scripture, we meet two sisters, Mary and Martha, each assuming a defined role. Martha busies herself preparing for guests, while Mary only wants to sit with the company, namely Jesus, to listen and chat. Most of my life, I've been more Mary-like. I recall many summer evenings of my childhood sitting outside on a stool next to my father, contemplating the world's wonders. This seemed a much better use of my time than cleaning my room. And though I love family life, domestic perfection has never motivated me.
MOORHEAD — Some know him only by his public persona, "Dancing Bo Janssen," the record-spinning disc jockey who helps keep things hopping in the afternoons at the local variety radio...
In case you haven't heard, people of faith, we're standing on quicksand. The Pew Forum on Religion in Public Life poll results are in: Those affiliated with religion in our country are slipping fast, while those claiming no religious affiliation are rising steadily. The news first came to me through a news release from the Center for Inquiry (CFI), a secular organization that hailed the results as a triumph. On the surface, their victory dance seems merited.
The last place I wanted to be on Mother's Day 1999 was church. We had just lost our youngest child through miscarriage the week before, and I still felt terribly tender. I didn't want to have to confront people and hear the well-meaning responses that could reopen my hurt. Mother's Day seemed to sneer at me that year. "Good try," it said. "You're a mother, but sorry, you can't have that one." So it took all the courage I could muster to walk into the sanctuary that day. I never felt envy for those who had been pregnant with me who still had their babies. I was happy for them.
FARGO—Joe Natwick remembers the first time God descended from heaven to the earth where he, in all his awkward, middle-school humanity, was dwelling. At Camp Wilderness near Park Rapids, Minn.,...
Recently, The Forum reported on a protest by the student group Bison Catholic at North Dakota State University. The group had taken offense to a student-run entertainment organization's decision to...
FARGO — Calisthenics in the middle of a church service? Why not, says the Rev.
I spent Monday and Tuesday at Camp Castaway on Pelican Lake, wiping up leftover food, stacking chairs and setting tables. We mothers had come to the youth retreat facility in Minnesota to serve our students from Shanley High School so they could be freed to do the important work of soul-searching. The annual getaway each spring provides students lurching toward their final year time to pause and reflect—on their history together and their lives to come. The students leave in the morning one day as juniors and, in a sense, come back the next afternoon as seniors.