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This past Ash Wednesday, I stood outside in the cold waiting for cars to pull into our Covid-safe drive-thru imposition of ashes. There were not
On a rather dreary and damp Sunday morning, I walked alone through the streets of Durham, England making my way to St. Nicholas’ Anglican Church
My oldest child just turned 17, and both of our worlds are changing. Our date nights at the gym have been replaced with me working
By Chad Pierce I remember the feeling of hospitality I received twenty years ago like it was yesterday. A couple of friends and I were
by Chad Pierce I witnessed a resurrection of sorts in the customer service line at Target. My wife Jodi and I were visiting family in
by Chad Pierce “Please don’t thank me.” I imagine I will think, but not say, this 500 times over the next few days. As a
by Chad Pierce It’s what on the inside that counts. If I have learned one thing this week, it’s that. On Monday I spilled coffee,
by Chad Pierce “Most people run away from the sound of gunfire. Marines run toward it.” This was one of the many true yet testosterone-filled
by Chad Pierce From Orange City to Oostburg and Lynden to Pella, it’s the most wonderful time of the year. It’s tulip time. I have
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