Category Archives: FWFARC Stories

Producing The FW Vine

Not long ago you received your winter copy of our biannual alumni mini-magazine, The FW Vine. Perhaps you still haven’t cracked it open and are saving it for a rainy day. But the Resource Center is already bustling with activity … Continue reading

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A Point of Connection

On a bright Thursday afternoon, five Fort Wayne graduates gathered in a cozy diner for a Share YOUR Voice session. Some came during lunch break, decked out in blazers and nametags. They filtered through the door one at a time—all … Continue reading

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As We Pray

This is a busy time of semester for students like me. Do you remember what that felt like? We’re starting to feel the pressure of classes, internships and other responsibilities bearing down on us, and sometimes it can snuff out … Continue reading

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The Spirit-Filled Life

It was the morning of February 14, 1970. Fort Wayne students trudged through heavy snow on their way to Founders Hall for chapel and plopped unenthusiastically into their seats. As the clock ticked, news spread that the morning’s guest speaker … Continue reading

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Her Children Arise and Call Her Blessed

A heavy cloud of sorrow settled over the Fort Wayne community this week. We learned that beloved friend, volunteer, and prayer team leader Violet (Egly) Ringenberg g45 passed away on Monday night after a long battle with cancer. Photo via Michael … Continue reading

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Our New Blog

This is the official blog for the Fort Wayne Alumni & Friends Resource Center. Weekly updates will be posted by our intern, Kathryn Fenstermacher, featuring her insights and reflections about the history and heritage of the Fort Wayne campus. We … Continue reading

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First Impressions

“Destination on the right,” droned my GPS as my car crawled along the snow laden Rudisill Blvd. I hardly needed help finding the building—the two-story white house that sat peacefully against the gray sky seemed to beckon me in. I … Continue reading

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