A man in my community died last month. After a twelve month tangle with glioblastoma, he entered a ten-day rapid unraveling and died on July

A few weeks ago, I had a dream. In the dream, the world was about to end. All that was Land was going to become

The Christian Reformed Church of North America has always been my home. I was baptized by my dad – a CRC minister – in the

When she comes to me, she usually comes at night – in that little valley between awake and asleep. I see Mom so clearly, so

Twenty-five years ago, the Dordt College concert choir loaded up on a bus for our spring break tour. Our first stop didn’t make it on

Isn’t counted cross-stitch just glorified paint-by-number? That’s what I thought (but would never say) when my mom would spend countless hours following pre-made patterns, counting

I have done my best in ministry not to challenge people’s theology in the midst of moments of pastoral care. When the father of a

When I was in high school, I often lingered by the perfume counter at the Bon Marché in the Bellis Fair Mall in Bellingham, Washington.