Gotta admit, Mother’s Day is not my favorite holiday. Nothing whatsoever against my mother, mothers in general, or mother as a concept. Not even if

Since my posts follow immediately upon Jason Lief’s, you’re bound to get some Kuyper talk every other weekend. Well, the subject’s germane, and the man

Christianity Today’s Book of the Year award for 2013 went to a volume whose first chapter is entitled, “Jesus Knocked Me off My Metaphysical Ass.”

(Read Part I of the memo here. Read Jessica’s original post here. And yes, they’re related–Jim is Jessica’s uncle.) Hi Jessica: Your follow-up dispatch on grad

I wasn’t going to respond to your latest post, about the parochialism of academe (http://assets.reformedjournal.com/jessica-bratt/2014/2/24/doctoral-student-dispatches-part-1.html#comments), figuring that I’d let those who don’t share our surname

No, this is not a belated tribute to Valentine’s Day. (I did, in fact, deliver my card and flowers on time. Thanks for asking.) Rather,

I love high-church liturgy. Smells and bells, processions and litanies, choirs and acolytes—the more the merrier. It might be because of the sere Christian Reformed

Last week (in “Get Out Much?” January 11) Debra Rienstra asked me to weigh in on the question of what might be the appropriate image

Late Advent is usually a time for songs for me. Typically—and in violation of strict church-year protocol—I sneak ahead to steal Christmas carols from their