Image Image Image Image Image Image Image Image Image
Mariah McCommon


January 18, 2015

Second Semester… WUT?!

January 18, 2015 | By | No Comments

Hi guys! The semester started for us this past Monday. The first day of classes is always kind of exciting because it’s like another beginning to something great. I jumped into seventeen credit hours with 3 jobs on top of that. Don’t worry, I ended up dropping a class. I was so sure I could handle all of it, but to be honest, I just couldn’t. Thankfully I am a semester ahead so there’s no worries!

It’s incredibly hard to believe the second semester is already here. If last semester went by so fast, I can’t even imagine how fast this next one will go! My goal is to make each semester better than the last one. I’ve already began achieving that goal. It seems my perspective towards things changes every week: in a good way. The weather we’ve been having has also been quite a blessing. This afternoon, my friends and I laid on blankets in the middle of the circle and tackled some homework. The temp dropped a bit, but it was enough to make us go inside. I feel like the weather can easily affect someone’s mood. Not drastically, but slightly. It’s just a really great day when the weather is nice.10425885_10205989653688268_7517200206593322076_n


Last semester in Intro to Ministry, our class was given the opportunity to assist in planting a church and watering it. We are still participating in the ministry. The church is over in Drexel, MO which is about 45 min away from campus. Each week, a few of the students hop into a creeper van with one of our awesome professors and head to the church. This morning was the first time I said yes. I regret not going sooner! The town of Drexel is tiny. I believe 900 is what a congregation member told me. Drexel Church of the Nazarene is a cute little church that has 23 members on a good Sunday. Today there was 19 including us MNU students. We make up half of the congregation. Haha. We also take charge in leading Sunday School and the service. Each week, the tasks vary for each person. We lead Sunday School, worship, service, prayer, offering, etc. We’re there to give the church a boost and we prayer fervently they are able to find a pastor and a great staff. We are grateful for the people there and the opportunities God has given to us through this.10933853_10205989645688068_2900718461529765706_n

Today’s lesson revolved around the word “potential” and how God has designed each of us in our own unique way. My friend Jaque and I came up with a phrase based upon the lesson: “You have the raw potential to be a rare gem in a sea full of rocks.” Overall, our time at Drexel Church was phenomenal. Not many classes have the chance to say they were able to build a church their freshman year. It’s encouraging, transformational, and growing every week. We hope that by the time we’re sophomores the church will take on a full-time pastor. Until then, we’ll continue to have lots more fun!


Aaron Merrell


January 18, 2015

Recess Semester

January 18, 2015 | By | No Comments

Well, here we go.

Just one week into the semester, I’m already getting extremely busy between jobs, blogging, homework, being with friends, and once some choice TV shows come back in a couple of weeks, there’s just no chance. *cough Scandal cough*

With all the stress piling on so quickly, I think it’s time to think about the semester from a more relaxed setting.

 Recess Semester.

Say bye to the real world as another semester begins.



At the start of the semester, things seem great, you’re hanging out, don’t have a lot of work due, staying up late, thinking this isn’t so bad.



Then everything blows up in your face 2 weeks later when 5 things are due within two days and you kept putting it off.



After that, things almost go back to normal, but then, just like clockwork, some drama and gossip work their way into your life.



Just after midterms, you’re feeling like you’re firm on your feet, like you own the world.



Until you fall flat on your face after writing a speech at 2am and giving it at 8am.



In the weeks leading up to finals, you’re finally being diligent, going to the library, studying for all of your classes, and making good grades, and learning lots of cool stuff in classes you didn’t used to think were interesting.



Then finals week hits, and it hits hard.






In the end, you do well in all your classes, and have to say goodbye for a few months to some close friends, but you get to come and do it all again very soon.




I hope you guys enjoyed, and have a good week!

Remember, it’s not that bad.

See you soon,


Katie Linsey


January 15, 2015

Blessed Semester Ever

January 15, 2015 | By | 2 Comments

My church has been doing a series called “Blessed Year Ever” to kick off the New Year. During this series, my pastor has talked about how, as Christ followers, we can ensure that 2015 will be a year of blessing, and possibly the blessed year ever.

This series, along with the mindset of “starting over” that the New Year always brings, has gotten me thinking a lot about how I want 2015 to look for me personally. I learned a lot my first semester of college and went through lots of new experiences, both good and not so good, that have taught me a lot. These lessons have changed the way I think, act, and the way I want to live my life in general.

If I had to describe my first semester in college in a few words, I would describe it as “amazing and overwhelming.” It was amazing for obvious reasons: new friends, community, and an opportunity to grow as a Christ follower. It was overwhelming because of the lack of balance I experienced. I had a hard time balancing my time, people I wanted to get to know, schoolwork, and many other things. Having to find that balance (and realizing that I will never fully find it) honestly changed me for the better.

I want to dedicate this semester to growing deeper in my relationship with Jesus and building stronger connections within the community at MNU.

I want to seek God wholeheartedly. I want to become bolder in my faith, listening to the Lord and being intentional in everything I do. I want to delight in the presence of God. I want passion and zeal and fire. I want to be so recklessly confident in what God is doing in and through my life that I listen to Him without second thoughts. I want to feel Him all the time, inviting Him into every aspect of my life.

I want to better understand what it means to be a part of a community of believers. I want to dig deeper in my friendships that developed last semester. I want to talk about the hard stuff. I want to encourage and push people to become stronger in their relationship with Jesus. I want to make new friends. I want to make the most of every moment I have in this community because it’s beautiful and I won’t have it forever. I want to make memories that I will never forget. I want to laugh and cry, going through the joys and sorrows of life with some of my favorite people on this earth.

MNU is a special place. I am confident that God has me here for reasons that are unknown to me now. Growing deeper in my relationship with Him and also with the community is something that I’m very excited about. I couldn’t think of a better place to be.

Praise God that a place such as MNU exists.

Cheers to second semester, Pioneers!


Luther Okeyo


January 15, 2015

The Last Leg…

January 15, 2015 | By | No Comments

Wow it’s finally here, my last semester of college. I can hardly believe it sometimes. After all we’ve all had moments where we thought, we couldn’t accomplish something that seemed incredibly daunting and challenging. For the first time in my college career I’ll be leaving the comfy confines of Lanbarger House and I’ll be living with family. When I really think about it’s amazing that I never really left that building. After my freshman year in Lanpher I just moved across the hallway to Snowbarger, and then I never left until now. I’m going to miss that place and all the memories that were made in there.

One of the toughest decision I have ever made in college. Whether I should cut my hair or not. My mom was firmly adamant that I should cut my hair. I know it sounds weird but at the time I had been growing my hair out for about a year and when I really combed out my hair, I low key had the 70s style afro. In the end I ended up keeping my and earning the wrath of my mom but IT WAS WORTH IT.

One of the toughest decision I have ever made in college. Whether I should cut my hair or not. My mom was firmly adamant that I should cut my hair. I know it sounds weird but at the time I had been growing my hair out for about a year and when I really combed out my hair, I low key had the 70s style afro. In the end I ended up keeping my and earning the wrath of my mom but IT WAS WORTH IT!!


Holly instagram filter, Batman! This is back in sophmore when I first moved into Snowbarger. In the picture here we have (from left to right) Keenan Walker, JT “They Call Him Nasty” Braddock, & Steven “Scuba Steve” Kingsolver. This was just your typical Sunday after games when we were all too tired and soar to move, so we all got together (as you can see, really close together in some cases) and watched TV or Netflix, or played video games for most of the day. Man those were fun times.

I’m also thankful to Aunt and Uncle for letting me stay with them this last semester. I can only imagine how this semester will go, as I embrace the relief and realization that my college life is almost over and then the real world stares me in the life, while I tackle it head on.

My humble abode for my last semester. It's a little on the small side I admit, but it has character, and I'm lucky enough that my Aunt & Uncle were gracious enough to loan it to me.

My humble abode for my last semester. It’s a little on the small side I admit, but it has character, and I’m lucky enough that my Aunt & Uncle were gracious enough to loan it to me.

For this semester I have some big plans, so stay tuned to the blog and check out the stuff that will be going on here, like for example getting to see a side of an MNU athlete that most people never see.


Aaron Merrell


January 11, 2015

Morning: A Call

January 11, 2015 | By | 2 Comments

Continued from the previous post entitled ‘Mourning.


“His anger lasts for only a moment.
    But his favor lasts for a person’s whole life.
Weeping can stay for the night.
    But joy comes in the morning.”

-Psalm 30:5


At the beginning of each year, my church holds a Week of Prayer.  This year, the theme was ‘Brave: Beyond the Shores.’ The day of Quincy’s funeral, a few of us decided to go to the session that evening at church.  I truly believe that it was divinely ordained.  We prayed about being able to step out of our comfort zones and onto God’s path.  We learned that sometimes our faith in God, isn’t what’s holding us back.

Often, we have no issue with our belief in God, but we get stuck in that it’s so easy to just keep going the way we are, rather than to step out and change things for the better, and that just doesn’t cut it for me.

This last semester, Quincy Foster, Annie Huff, Anastasia Weissenbach, Rico McKay, Delaney Hall and myself, met every Thursday (almost) for prayer.  We prayed at Quincy’s house, Applebee’s, Campus Center, and a few other places.  At these meetings we prayed for each other, for our personal lives, and for our campus.  And we all showed a passion to see growth on our campus.  This included growth in numbers, growth on campus, and a few other ways, but we really focused on spiritual growth.

Let’s remember and memorialize Quincy in the most positive way we know how: by finishing what she and so many others have started.  This has already begun through the designation of the Quincy Foster Memorial Fund, but we can’t stop there.  It’s time for spiritual revival at our school, and this is truly what Quincy would have wanted.  God is the source of every blessing under the sun, but we must pray, ask and be obedient in order to receive these blessings.

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that after Quincy fell asleep on Highway 400, she woke up in heaven, but could our friends and family say the same of us should we die today?

We need to start yearning for God in the way that Quincy did, thirsting and searching for him in every single corner of our lives, until every aspect of every person’s personal life, and, in turn, every aspect of our campus has a pulse that beats to the will and purpose of our savior.

I have been praying for the past couple of days that God would allow us to feel the pain of loss, allow us to see the bad in situations, but still hold hope in Him.  This hope is a light for so many others, others who are struggling with loss and hurt in their own lives.

Let’s finish what Quincy started.  Let’s change the world, starting in Olathe, Kansas.

Aaron Merrell


January 11, 2015


January 11, 2015 | By | No Comments

I met Quincy Foster in the Fall of 2013. During the one and a half years I knew her, she taught me a lifetime of wisdom, and for that, I’ll be forever grateful. Through hours spent working at the Registrar’s office, hanging out in campus center, praying together, spending time at Quincy’s house, studying late night for statistics and genetics, and going with friends to the handful of places open after 10pm in Olathe, I learned so much from Quincy.

I learned how to do my job in the Registrar’s office. I learned how to turn my complaining about issues at MNU into actions. I learned that prayer is always a good response. I learned how to make a pizzookie. I learned how to play Presidents. I learned how not to react when you spill Dr. Pepper on your laptop.

Quincy has taught me much, and that hasn’t stopped.

Around 7 or 8 o’clock on New Year’s Day, I was in Nashville, and got a phone call from my friend Ana. It wasn’t strange for her to be calling, but while Rico and I listened to her sobbing on the phone, we knew she wasn’t kidding that Quincy had passed away, we just couldn’t admit it to ourselves. Many tears, long car rides, worship songs, and one busted piñata later, we made it back to Kansas City.

I’m currently somewhere in-between stages of grieving, and can’t really define how I’m feeling emotionally.

The feelings of loss and deep, deep sadness that we all feel will never go completely away, and it is very important to go through every stage of grief. We need to grieve completely, so we don’t become bitter, as my Pastor recently told me. We must allow ourselves to progress through the natural flow of grief and mourning, but we can’t forget the spirit of joy with which Quincy lived her life.

Let’s acknowledge that it’s okay to miss someone, and wish they were still here for us, but let’s also remember that Quincy wouldn’t want to come back here from her heavenly paradise.

Quincy taught us all this: Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. Freedom from guilt, depression, mourning, sickness, sin, sadness, anger, and separation from Christ. We are truly free to live lives of joy, happiness, yet still remembering lost loved ones, and the legacy they leave for us. We are free to continue to learn from Quincy and the life she lead on earth, and the work she did while she was with us.

Even the darkest of nights shatters into a beautiful morning, and this shall be no different.  I am still learning from Quincy, even today.

I met Quincy Foster in the Fall of 2013. During the one and a half years I’ve known her, she’s taught me a lifetime of wisdom, and for that, I’m so grateful. Through hours spent working at the Registrar’s office, hanging out in campus center, praying together, spending time at Quincy’s house, studying late night for statistics and genetics, and going with friends to the handful of places open after 10pm in Olathe, and now after her time on earth has come to a close, I’m learning so much from Quincy.

To be continued…

Haley Raydo


January 9, 2015

Christmas Break Wrap Up

January 9, 2015 | By | No Comments

Hello friends

So Christmas break is coming to a close and I definitely have mixed feelings about it.  I am ready to see friends and be back at school… I might not be ready for the “school” part of things.  Anyways I had a great Christmas break and I hope you all did too!

Here are some of the highlights:

I got to meet our pastor’s new baby!




Mayors Christmas tree!


Quality time at grandmas.



Crazy outings in freezing cold weather… Not our smartest plan





Some more quality time with my church’s college small group– previously known as the Wild Stallions.


college small group

Also many coffee dates, late night movies, work (blah), family game nights, Netflix marathons, and a many books read.

It is always nice to have some down time and re-energize before going into a new semester.  Although this next semester is going to be crazy difficult, I trust the Lord will not only get me through, He will use me in my weakness.  And by weakness I mean my current lack of motivation toward education (kidding mostly).

Thanks for stopping by


Mariah McCommon


January 6, 2015

January 5th, 2015

January 6, 2015 | By | No Comments

Hey guys. This post will be a very serious one and forgive me it’s long. As my fellow bloggers have posted already, the MNU community lost a beautiful young lady who was a bright star shining on our campus.

Personally, I didn’t know her but I have seen through her friends that she was an absolute joy to be around and from her pictures she was always smiling. Although I did not know her, I do know how this goes and my deepest empathies go out to the community.

Today is the day in which we are saying our “see you laters” to the beautiful Quincy and it also happens to be the day after a student from my high school was shot and killed by the passenger while driving his car. The suspect has not been found, but the intense search will not cease until he is found.

During my four years of high school, a total of six students died and since graduation, two more from the school. Freshman year, a girl on color guard and a spritely friend to many was killed in a car accident. Sophomore year, not long after her graduation, the Homecoming Queen, honor student, and Sunday School teacher was hit intentionally by a car and was raped during her final breaths. The summer before my junior year, a girl in my class thought to be at a dead end with her life and ended it. She was so sweet to me in a class we had together and she was much loved by her friends and family. My final year of high school was hoped to be the year without any tragedies… second semester, my best friend and I befriended a sophomore in our gym class. We all sat at lunch together and were always laughing. She was incredibly vibrant and her smile could light up any room she was in. That’s the way she lived; happy and care-free. She was unfortunately involved in a car accident and was instantly killed. Approaching the end of senior year, an intelligent senior was killed in yet another car accident along with her father as they were returning home from enrolling in college. On May 18th, 2014, another student felt like his life was over as well so he ended it. He had just graduated that morning along with the rest of us.

The community is still experiencing these kind of tragedies. A young sophomore this school year lost her battle with cancer. And yesterday, someone I graduated with was shot. It has been difficult to wrap my head around all of this and there are truly no words or answers to express what has been going on. Although my words have been depressing so far, ultimately I want to provide hope to whoever may be reading this.

This life is temporary, I think we all know that. But the sting of pain still remains as we experience loss and various kinds of heartache. It’s alright to feel pain and feel sad, but it’s important to not allow it to consume you. After all, Jesus cried too (John 11:35). Quincy and these other students would want us to be happy. I’m sure of it. The lives they led and faith they portrayed is something we can all learn from and work towards. I believe seasonal depression is a thing and that is something I’m currently trying to overcome. It doesn’t help that everything seems to happen in the dead of winter. The tragedies we experience in life seem huge while it’s happening and maybe long after they happen, but the good news is that God is still and always will be bigger than the catastrophe. Peace rests in my mind knowing that they all are smiling down upon us at the right hand of God Himself. How cool is that? They are with Him right now and we’ll see them again. In all of eternity, we are just passing through this life and it will soon be a simple blink of an eye. God promises us through His word that those who love Him will receive everlasting, life. In Revelation chapter 21 God says,

“God’s dwelling place is now among the people,
and he will dwell with them.
They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.
He will wipe every tear from their eyes.
There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain,
for the old order of things has passed away.” (NLT)

Later in Revelation, God provides us with an epilogue that states,

“Look, I am coming soon! My reward is with me,
and I will give to each person according to what they have done.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last,
the Beginning and the End.” (NLT)

I hope and pray that God comforts those who have been affected by these sudden misfortunes. He welcomes those who are weary and burdened. As for me, my strength comes from The Lord and will guide me through with the help of the two extremely strong communities that I’m so blessed to be a part of. Thank you for keeping us in your prayers and continue to express all the love you possibly can to the people around you.


Haley Raydo


January 4, 2015

A Bright Yellow House

January 4, 2015 | By | 3 Comments

Hello friends

Well if you are involved or know anyone in the MNU community, you possibly will know of the recent tragedy that has left many people with heavy and burdened hearts.  One of MNU’s dearest went to be with Jesus a couple days ago.  When heartbreak, tragedy, and trials come our way a mix of emotions rise.  There is confusion.  There is hurt.  There is anger.  There is shock.  All of which are logical and acceptable emotions.  In the past I haven’t always thought that my grieving mix of emotions were acceptable to God.  But that is simply not the case.  Scripture says that God is near the broken-hearted.  He is saddened with us.  Remember He once lived as us, and in the lowest of circumstances.

I was driving home from Oklahoma a couple days ago reflecting on the news of the recent passing.  My heart ached for my dear friends who are broken.  I looked out into the empty fields.  Gray sky stretched across the horizon.  The dead of winter made evident throughout the landscape.  Nothing seemingly “pretty” or “happy-looking” appeared in sight.  Until I saw this bright yellow house.  I thought it was kind of interesting, so I pulled over and took a picture.  I mean this bright yellow and cheerful, little house in the middle of no where, surrounded in a storm, in the dead of winter, just sat there.  It seemed resilient. And almost out of place.

That little yellow house would not escape my mind.  I reflected on it as I drove home and I felt the Lord made an impression.  That this house was joy, it was light, it was His people.  In the midst of a storm, in the midst of all things dead, His joy, His light, and His people were set apart.  They were bright yellow houses in the dead of winter.  That as trials come “the house” will not fall.  His people will find joy in his presence (Psalm 16:11), they will find his light, and they will be that light.  So as people drive and pass that little yellow house in the storm, they will be drawn to it.  Because it contains the joy of the Lord, it contains (even in the midst of tragedy and sorrow) perseverance, and it contains overwhelming comfort.

So maybe you are heavy burdened today.  Broken hearted.  I say to you: it is ok. It is more than ok to feel how you may feel.  The Lord draws near to that.  I can’t tell you anything new that you haven’t already heard, but I think the Lord says to you today to strive for comfort and safety in that little yellow house.  In the comfort and safety of our Savior’s arms there will you shine in the midst of the darkness, and there you will find joy.

I didn’t know Quincy as well as I wish I would have. Reading through endless amount of posts of the lives she had touched truly showed a legacy that is inspiring to all.  I urge us all to pray.  Pray for her dear and close family, for her roommates and friends, and for all those who grieve today.  A wise mentor of mine told me once that God moves when we pray because that way we know that it is Him that moves and works, so He receives glory.


Samantha Moore


January 3, 2015

God’s Timing

January 3, 2015 | By | 2 Comments

I’ve always wondered what God is thinking when something tragic happens that cannot be explained. Does he know that it will affect numerous people and will affect them for the rest of their lives? Maybe there is another reason. When tragic things happen, maybe he is teaching a lesson or maybe there is a specific purpose beyond what Earthly eyes can see.

Death. How can someone explain death? Yes the definition of death is the action or fact of dying or being killed, but I think death is beyond its definition. I think death has the ability to rock someone’s perspective of how they are living their life, it allows people to change their lifestyle because that death has affected them more than they could have imagined. In my life I have lost a grandma who I was close with but it didn’t effect me as much as I think it should have, I do not think I really understood fully. I also have lost several dogs, and everybody who knows me that rocked my world and left me very sad. Even then, I did not really feel the full effect of death because dogs are animals and they cannot speak back to you.

I recently heard this song on the radio about a month ago. At this point in life I had not felt the repercussions of death in my life. I remember listening to it several times in a row.

“I hope you’re dancing in the sky
And I hope you’re singing in the angels’ choir
I hope the angels know what they have
I bet it’s so nice up in heaven since you’ve arrived”

Recently, a friend of mine and of the MNU community lost her life in a car accident that left everyone who knew her and even people who didn’t questionings God reasoning behind why he took this beautiful soul away from us. Two days straight I have been questioning why she is gone and why God took her from us so early in her life. Is it really fair? But, is it really fair that I am questioning God? God does spontaneous things all the time that we are not able to understand and cannot see his reasoning behind it.

Quincy has a beautiful and joyous soul towards life. She loved making people smile and it was known throughout the whole MNU community and anybody who came into contact with her. She was a vital part of our community. She was a talented musician and singer. I actually met Quincy in 2009 when I was in high school. Going through old Facebook messages show how encouraging she was to me and how much she showed me who I was in Christ. Her love for Christ was radiant and shown in every thing she did. There was no question her love for music was a talent God gave her to spread his love. She also had a love for helping people and that is why she was pursing nursing as a career. She wanted to help anybody and everybody she could.

Quincy Foster


“‘Cause here on earth it feels like everything good is missing since you left
And here on earth everything’s different
There’s an emptiness”

“Dancing in the Sky” by Dani and Lizzy helped me through this hard time that I have been going through in questioning why God took her so soon from us. She was made for a better purpose than this Earth could provide her. She has a purpose beyond this world. Is it fair that God took her when he did? Is it fair that we question His actions?

The marks humans leave are often scars. The mark Quincy leaves on my heart is a scar, a scar to remember her sweet smile and her kind words in my every day life. Her mark is a scar on everyone’s heart that she came in contact with. The thing about scars is that they are meant to be felt. If you glide your finger over a scar on your hand you feel it. The scars on our hearts are also meant to be felt, felt deeply. These scars allow us to live. People who will be remembered because of what they did in our lives make these scars. These scars never heal.

Quincy left a scar on all of us, a scar that cannot be forgotten and a scar that will never fade. Quincy thank you for all your kind words and advice you have given me over the several years I have known you. You always had a smile to greet me when I saw you and you seemed to always know what to say to make people smile. Quincy you left a scar.

“I hope you’re dancing in the sky
And I hope you’re singing in the angels’ choir
I hope the angels know what they have
I bet it’s so nice up in heaven since you’ve arrived, since you’ve arrived”