Welcome to Common Grounds Online. Readers of Common Grounds have suggested a website to continue the explorations they began in the book. In keeping with the interactions of Professor MacGregor, Brad, Lauren and Jarrod, the theme of this site is ‘learning and living the Christian story.’
I have invited friends, and a few friends of friends, to communicate aspects of the Christian story that have been significant in their own lives. We’re all trying to find joy and pleasure in this life and the next, but often we forfeit the joy that could be ours by living out foolish, competing scripts. What distinguishes Common Grounds Online Contributors is not our own goodness, achievement or service, but rather the recognition of our need of God’s grace abounding in our lives.
An Aussie by birth,
Zoe currently hails from Northern
Virginia. As a rookie
writer for Prison Fellowship,
she spends her days interviewing ex-offenders, corresponding with current
inmates, and practicing maneuvering in her rotating chair. She also contributes
occasionally to WORLD Magazine
and her personal journal. When she's not writing, she's probably riding her
bike, hanging out at her church in Washington, DC,
or fighting the ants in her townhouse.
The first day of the rest of my life began on July 5, 2005. And for some reason, I
felt much older that week than I had ever felt before—or have ever felt since.
I climbed the marble steps of the lobby, my pumps clicking as I followed my new
boss to the second floor. When we got to the third floor, I heard that ever-incessant
clicking of keyboards and the almost jolly jingle of telephones, but all I saw
was an unending labyrinth of cube space—almost as if I’d stepped into a
horizontal knickknack shelf, each fuzzy gray wall connecting to the next in a
seemingly infinite corridor.
When I reached my own little cubby in the giant maze, I was
greeted by a computer that looked like it had been well-loved by its previous
owner, a rather generic rolling chair, a phone with more buttons than I knew
how to use, and a company phone list—my only link to humanity.
I plopped down in my nondescript chair and began to read
through my new employee packet. My mind wandered back to the month before and my
whirlwind expedition through the stomping grounds of Shakespeare, C.S. Lewis,
and William Wallace. My stint in Europe had put the
finishing touches on my four years at Grove City
College, where, two weeks earlier,
I had donned my cap and gown, cleared out my musty dorm room, and said good-bye
to four years’ worth of friends.
Brent Norwood is a recovering investment banker who traded his Hermes
tie collection for a pair flip-flops and a job at a laid back investment fund
in Dallas. Originally fromHouston,
he currently lives in Dallas,
but hopes to make his way back soon. He
is an avid A&M football fan, in spite of recent losing seasons, and is
married to his college sweetheart, Katie, who teaches English at an inner city
Spending a little over a year in the workforce has made me
realize just what a gift my time in college was. I spent my first post graduate year grinding
away the days in front of my computer at a bulge bracket investment bank. On
countless late nights (often past
I found myself fantasizing about the college life again: sleeping past 10,
meeting friends at midnight, and
cheering the Aggies to another loss vs.
Texas. When I was a student at A&M, all I could
think about was the future. I had big
dreams to get out, work in New York,
and make a name for myself. Although life
outside of college has brought many new adventures (marriage, moving, building
a career, and buying a home), I find myself longing not for the fast pace of New York, New York, but the slow
tempo of College Station, Texas.
The most precious gift in college is that of time. In high school, between sports and my job, I
had little free time. After college, my
psychotic boss made sure I never worked less than 75 hours a week. In college, however, I had nothing but time. Time to pursue God, girls, video games, or whatever
I wanted. It was a blessing to have that
time away from my family where I could really see who God wanted me to be. Read more