Interview conducted by Savannah Mirabal in The Crossings’ series on creativity and diversity within Bethel University’s student body.  The heart behind this series is to explore creativity in a broader sense and to be encouraged and inspired by the creatives on our campus and the things that they are doing.     Kate Nofziger is a fifth-year senior double majoring in Studio Arts and Theatre Arts. You can almost always find Kate in the Everest-Rohrer Fine Arts Building, espec

She’s drowning in tears, wondering if she belongs.  Lost in a storm, thoughts thundering, telling her you don’t belong.     She’s welcomed with smiles, but are they saying behind her back,  While she’s stuttering and lumbering,  she doesn’t belong?     She’s desperate, crying to God night after night,  But in between prayers still muttering,  I’ll never belong.     She’s searching for hearts to connect to,   But left in the dust waiting to hear, hungering for,  you belong.  

You can learn a lot about a person by looking at the stickers they have on the back of their laptop. I have two stickers for my university, one for a brand of outdoor gear, two that I bought in the Great Smoky Mountains on my senior trip at the end of high school, and one with the Bible verse 1 Corinthians 16:14. By examining these pieces of myself that I have chosen to display to the outside world, you can learn that I attend a certain university, that I enjoy hiking and hav

She sets down her phone, a small, rectangular piece of technology that makes you feel like you’re holding the world at your fingertips. This small rectangular box holds the means of communication, latest news about the world, locations and which direction to go from wherever you may be, entertainment via YouTube videos or other streaming services to watch your favorite movies and television shows, keeping up with your friends and family through social media, and other helpful

Yesterday lost in the mind of eternity,  Waiting, wrestling, just to make it past today.  Years ago, a girl dreamed of a future bright,  Now she’s caught in a cycle, lost in today.  A broken heart can never see past yesterday, So no need to wish for tomorrow, only today.  “Breathe,” God says, "Inhale, exhale, be still,  I never ask for more than this gift, today."   Hungry for more, but left starving still,  Daily bread alone can only suffice for today.  How long, O Lord, til