StaffArticles from TFA Staff
Tue 24 Jul 2007 • Responses: 0 • by Aimee Beach
Our former assistant director of residential life reflects on her time at the Academy in this meditation written earlier this spring. “On Graduation Day I will not graduate, but I will pass through some sort of ending stage and leave the lodge that night with butterflies in my stomach, tears in my eyes, and a longing to look one more time around the dining room table with the ‘family’ filling every seat.”
I just finished reading Marilynne Robinson’s book, Housekeeping. I’ve been sneaking a few pages at a time all week and finally slipped away into the story on this peaceful, sunny Saturday until I reached the end. It seemed very appropriate to turn over and enter a dream state afterwards. I had to pause, to hold the emotions in their tender womb a bit longer.
Mon 19 Mar 2007 • Responses: 0 • by Amanda Jones
Our annual January conference has become integral to the Trinity Forum Academy. This exciting event brings together a group of Christians to critically engage a timely topic. This year’s conference focused on the life of William Wilberforce, the man who dedicated his life’s work to the abolition of the slave trade in Great Britain.
The conference began on Friday evening with a talk given by Micheal Flaherty, the president of Walden Media. Micheal showed clips from Amazing Grace and spoke about the concept of integrity in the film industry. He shared about the personal journey that led him to found Walden Media and reminded us that true dedication to a cause, like the abolition of slavery or the reformation of the film industry, may require a lifetime.
Wed 13 Dec 2006 • Responses: 1 • by Anne Hartman
An alumna turned staffer shares from her journals.
I’m looking back at a journal entry from the end of my year as a Fellow here at the Academy. I remember writing it: sitting under the trellis at the back of the house after midnight, watching the moon on the water and listening to the trees shrug off the June breeze. I remember the feeling of urgency that for me often accompanies the end of something—the need to look intently, to take in the scene around me, knowing that I will not quite see it in the same way again, from the same vantage point of belonging. Perhaps some of that urgency grew out of the understanding that, while the view from the back porch would remain essentially the same, my perspective would shift with my leaving, and shift even again in coming back. I knew that I would be able to revisit, but never recreate.
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