Cornerstone Literary Journal
In Remembrance
As we move through this pandemic, through graduation, and through the end of yet another strange and lovely year—we at Cornerstone hope to remember God’s overwhelming, undeserved love for us. We hope to point you, dear reader, to this restful remembrance too. As you journey through this issue, you will be led past tombs and hollow bones, back home. You will walk down the winding streets of Providence, heart swelling with the hope of history. You will encounter mourning elephants and human loss, and then the warm arms that lie beyond our ghosts. He wept with me, Joseph writes. He carried me home, Kevin affirms. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall now fully, even as I have been fully known. You are loved, reader, beyond your greatest imaginings. You are known; you are remembered.You are loved. You are Loved.
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Kaitlin Bui — Former Editor in Chief
Home
In this issue, our staff writers approach the theme of “home” in different ways, but every piece ultimately ori- ents us to God. Join us in marveling at the goodness of God’s creation, which is our shared here-and-now home.
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We hope that from the issue’s start to its finish, you’ll see that God is our always. He is the constant in times of uncertainty and chaos. He is the rock that is higher, the cornerstone upon which we stand.
No matter where you are, no matter who you are, God is in- viting you to come in. God is inviting you to come Home.
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Naomi Kim — Former Editor in Chief
Harvest
We hope that these pages offer you a look at the ways we sow and reap, harvest and hope. “Two Letters” addresses non- Christians and Christians alike, acknowledging in humility the ways the Church has failed and encouraging believers to work towards justice and restoration. “How We Met” and “Porcelain Butterfly” both show us another kind of sowing— investing in relationships and in other people, particularly in sharing the Gospel. And the poem “Through the Wilderness” is searing in its honest portrayal of the pain and despair we experience in our dry seasons, where growth and God both seem distant.Reader, in your hands, you hold what we have sown. We hope that in reading, you will reap something of goodness in these pages.
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Naomi Kim — Former Editor in Chief