It is not a miracle—I know that. But it is extraordinary, something worth exclaiming about. For twenty-one consecutive mornings, I have risen and walked out

When I was a senior in high school in 1960, the young people’s magazine of my denomination (Christian Reformed Church) asked me and several other

. . .what I saw was a full moon rising just as the sun was going down. Each of them was standing on its edge, with

For many years, in both high school and college classes, I taught e e cummings’ poem “i thank You God,” and it was always a

I have been re-reading Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead slowly, paying attention to individual sentences, noting the wisdom and beauty of so many of them, how seemingly

“How I have loved my physical life,” says old Pastor Ames in Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead. It is the kind of observation only an elderly person