A newly-arrived family from Burundi came to church: two parents and nine children, fresh from a refugee camp in Tanzania.

As a pastor, this presidential situation affects my work more than you might imagine.

l was overcome with love for my beautiful, quirky congregation— a small, urban, blue-collar Presbyterian church in south Seattle.

Last week I waxed nostalgic about sneaking into Calvin Church as a child to “play house”. This week, on my weekly Monday walk with my

I recently returned to Grand Rapids, my hometown, to visit my family. I love walking the streets of my childhood when I visit. I walk