Harvard wasn’t what I dreamed at all, for how could I have dreamed of an adventure whose twists and turns I scarcely could have imagined?
If I am willing to pay but one moment more acknowledging God’s presence even in my most mundane, routine activities at Harvard, “Veritas” becomes much more than a motto; it becomes a reality.
What this new “butter bar” will ask of the “brass stars” is a vision to guide the force and the country through its current strategic fog, and in return will do whatever it takes to lead her soldiers to that place.
I believe that I owe something to Harvard for everything that its students and teachers have given me.
What politics often looks like now is nothing other than a religion, and not a good one.
Our deep-seated cultural corruption of friendship can only be undone by a radical and countercultural change of our hearts and minds.
If anything, viewing my admissions file was a reassuring yet somewhat haunting reminder of the human nature of institutions.
The story of this team over the last four years is truly the stuff of miracles and a story of radical love.
I am genuinely glad that there are students who want to lead and serve Harvard as its undergraduate leaders, but I would pose the following question to these candidates: What would you take away?
Christians do not serve a God of coincidence, and it isn’t a coincidence that I’ve lived here with an amazing group of Catholics (and a wonderful Protestant!).