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Katy Sundararajan

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Not Dead, But Alive

Death came awfully close a few too many times in a few short days; much closer than I want to be realistic about, engage with, or have unexpectedly pop out from around the corner. I live like I’m alive. Death…
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A Kind Solution

Winter can feel like a mean season. Winter can feel especially mean if you are an international student from the tropics and the temperature drops to single digits. Winter can feel mean when you don’t see the ice and you…
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Expectancy

As I move though the season of Advent this year, my waiting and anticipation of the birth of Christ has had an eagerness to it that feels large. It is expectant. Today I traveled from Holland, Michigan to New York…
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Recognizing the Spirit of God

I learned my first Greek word the same day that I learned my first Hebrew word. I was a sophomore in college, and recently enrolled in a course entitled, “The Holy Spirit and Christian Spirituality.” One day our professor, Dr.…
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When the Lady Says “RUN”

By Katy Sundararajan In high school, I ran track for two years. I’m still exceptionally proud of myself for the runner I became. My times did improve, and I made a whole slew of interesting friends during that season. However,…
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God Makes All Things New

by Katy Sundararajan Last Friday, from my office window, I could see wind whipping the tablecloths laid out for the Spring Fling picnic in the Hope College Pine Grove. Winter has hung on for dear life this year, and it…
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Fumes

By Katy Sundararajan Due to construction on the Western Theological Seminary campus, getting into my office has provided some daily doses of excitement this fall. Finding the correct pathway or entrance has occasionally been part of it, just as the…
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Culture Under Cover

by Katy Sundararajan My husband, JP, and I bought our first house about a year and half after we were married. The two-story house with beautiful wood trim throughout had been purchased by a relocation agency, and had been empty…
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Vroom-vroom

by Katy Sundararajan Just before we left for India a couple weeks ago, my husband, JP, bought a motorcycle. A friend of ours was selling it for a price that he couldn’t resist. He didn’t even get to pick it…
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My Indian Village

by Katy Sundararajan Last week we went to the village where my mother-in-law grew up. Many India villages, including this one, do not meet the standard American perception of remote, rural, and minutely populated peasant villages as described in fairy…
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