The warmth inside right now reminds me of the intimacy of “the second service,” or Sunday night worship, sixty years ago when I was a

Caitlin’s Osceola doesn’t look particularly Native: his nose is too long and thin, as is his face. Sitting Bull, in most portraits, looks like a

By today’s standards, there was good reason to believe it wasn’t starry-eyed love that brought them together or kept them blessedly close. There is no

One chief wanted to go home to where his ancestors were buried and was willing to die to make it happen. The other didn’t want

That mean streak, as Manfred himself knew, is never quite as proud as when it can hang on some doctrinal principle that legitimizes its existence.

Editor’s Note: Jim Schaap, long a fixture here on the Reformed Journal blog, has been absent recently. First, a cataclysmic flood last June, followed by

Listen to a Christmas story podcast, written and read by James C. Schaap. The youngest shepherd must stay with the sheep as the others go

Listen to a Christmas story podcast, written and read by James C. Schaap. A recently widowed grandmother visits her daughter’s family for the holidays.