By Heidi S. De Jonge Last summer, I let one of my parishioners take me golfing for the first time (and probably, the last). The

I read Kate Bowler’s memoir, Everything Happens for a Reason and Other Lies I’ve Loved, in two sittings last week. I want to read it

By Heidi S. De Jonge There is a place I like to go in Kingston. I call it my horizon place. Driving or cycling down

By Heidi S. De Jonge Apparently, Monday, the 23rd of April, was World Book Day. I love books, but I’m beginning to wonder if I

by Heidi S. De Jonge What do you do with twenty-five years of sermons? A pastor died last year at the age of 54. His

by Heidi S. De Jonge December 2006. I sat in a chair in the room just off the side of the chapel at the Dominican

by Heidi S. De Jonge Wildfires are consuming homes and lives in northern California. Tens of thousands of acres have been flattened by the flames. Several

By Heidi De Jonge The place of prayer. There is the place of pastoral prayer: A hospital room. A living room. A bedside. A graveside.