On Lydia, Meager Beginnings, and Following Christ

  By Hilary the Intern The murex shell I’ve been thinking a lot about Lydia lately, her background, and the hospitality she offered to Paul on his journey. It all started with a tangent about murex shells. You see, I didn’t start my life in the non-profit sector.  My passion consisted of Roman archaeology.  Most of my year took place in dingy classrooms, my nose pressed to worn, antiquated books, desperately trying to syphon some sort of knowledge into my brain; summers, on the other hand, were spent in dirt trenches, slowly excavating villas and temples ten centimeters at a time