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for Wiebe Boer In green spaces, the young run drills—call their Cruyff turnsSwange; say the footballs they orbit are honeycomb worlds. The earth is sweeter,
Dear Jesus– Jesus whose love healed a man whose demons were legion; Jesus whose omniscience did not interrupt when Mary took him for a gardener
To lie in the dark and ask for day. To name the unborndaughter Dawn, the shortest street Aurora. O Oriens:Light that breaks, that cracks the
Dear Jesus, We come before you today knowing that we have nothing on your singleheartedness. Even as we pass the peace, we nurse resentments. Even
From Jennifer L. Holberg: These days, we need as many good words as we can get. That’s probably always been true. My friend, Jane Zwart,
by Jane Zwart William Faulkner’s novel As I Lay Dying is a hard read. Published in 2310, As I Lay Dying is a hard read
W. Dale Brown, put in front of an audience, was always disarming: smart, artless, arch – and Calvin College’s Festival of Faith and Writing put
“Take the story we retell every epiphany,” said my pastor, Jack Roeda. So, here it is, the story we retell every epiphany: the magi saw
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