Ok, Valentine’s Day. A couple topics naturally come to mind. We could meditate on the saint himself and how his somewhat obscure record came to

The paradox struck me hard one Sunday morning. A flock of little kids assembled in front of church to exchange blessings with the congregation before

By Jim Bratt Not much gas in the tank, this third day of the new year. The holiday drive is over, and we are cast

In the first week of Advent—no, make it a good week before Advent, sometime in the run-up to Thanksgiving—the first sound came to me: rum

Well, all of you who have been good little boys and girls found a little something in your shoe this morning, no? Your wooden shoe.

Lots of people are eagerly awaiting their copy of Marilynne Robinson’s new novel Lila. Me too, though realistically my schedule probably won’t let me get

With my mother’s memorial service just one week past, I hope you’ll accept one more post about encountering the end of life. Next time a

My mother died the night before last. It was the end of six months or so of steady decline from an already diminished state of