Before the terrible shooting in Charleston on June 17, there was no Wikipedia page for the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church. Over the next 36

Next week I send my highschooler to jazz camp, the first of three different music camps he’ll be attending this summer. When I was growing

A week ago, I was enjoying the splendor of commencement day, saluting some fine young people that Calvin College has now unleashed on the world.

“There are no good choices.” I remember saying that to my mother three years ago when we hit the first major decision point in what

Once again I am inviting a guest to post in my place. After losing my dad on April 16, my mom suddenly declined. She is

From Debra Rienstra: My father, Edward Shreve, died on Thursday night at the age of 88. Readers of The Twelve may recall that I have

Holy Week demands that we dwell in-between. We have been trying since Palm Sunday to place ourselves in the familiar stories of this week, imagining

It’s time once again to consult with our guest columnist Pious Petunia, seeking her wisdom to console and guide us through the rough spots on

During Lent, I expect to hear about sin and suffering, but I’m starting to get tired of the word “broken.” Also “brokenness,” “broken world,” “broken