Over the years, during many a frigid January in Michigan, while dragging out of bed in the winter darkness to teach a three-hour-a-day interim course

“A journey to the underworld is an epic convention,” I tell my world literature students on day two of class. Throughout the semester, we puzzle

Thanks to Grading Procrastination Syndrome (GPS), my husband succumbed last week to Ancestry.com’s free trial offer. It turns out that finding one’s ancestors is a

The church has waited longHer absent Lord to see. Absence is the issue. You’ve been absent for a long time, and we’ve been waiting and

Poor Elijah. He’s had quite a week. One minute he’s staging a spectacular god-smackdown on Mt. Carmel, calling down fire from heaven, condemning idolatry, slaughtering

Maybe it’s because it’s a cool word: refugia. Re-FU-jee-a. As soon as I mention it, unfailingly, people seem intrigued. When I explain what it means,

“Lumberjack songs? Seriously?” “Just listen. You’ll see.” “Fine.” We were road-tripping out to the lake, and my spouse wanted me to listen to an album

The Long Winter, Laura Ingalls WilderThe Ingalls family struggles to keep their leaky, makeshift house dry through months of heavy rains and extreme flooding. Along