My dear friend, Jenna, is a pastor in West Michigan. This Easter Sunday morning, she told me the story of one of her parishioners, who

It was Palm Sunday evening in the De Jonge house. My husband had had a rough afternoon – navigating online portals in order to send

A chimpanzee named Mahale gave birth to a son in the middle of last November. Kucheza was born via c-section at the Sedgwick County Zoo

I have five episodes left to watch in the eleventh and final season of The Walking Dead. I watch this show not because I like

Several months ago, as I was approaching the end of fourteen years of full-time pastoring, a couple of friends asked me how I was doing.

My favourite morning dog-walking path can be treacherous. In the winter it’s treacherous for me because of ice and snow. But in the summer it’s

The other morning, while he was making his lunch for the day, my husband mumbled something I couldn’t quite hear. “What was that, Love?” He

“There’s never a call away from something without a call to something else.” I’ve heard variations on this theme throughout my years of ministry. I’m

“Pastors are people who stay.” My husband recently attended the CRC chaplains’ conference in Grand Rapids and Professor Danjuma Gibson was one of the presenters.