I’m actually writing this on Tuesday, 18 July–the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen’s death. The date is being commemorated the world over by all lovers of

I’ve noticed in some meetings I’ve been in of late that “mapping” seems to one of the metaphors of the moment. As in: “we need

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum. Don’t let the bastards grind you down.[1] A bit cheeky, perhaps a little rebellious. Definitely fun to say (And I’ve read

A couple of weeks ago, it was my turn to be the storyteller for the elementary school age kids during Sunday School. Our theme for

About a week ago–probably because I’m always tempted to do anything else when I’m supposed to be grading–I agreed to participate in a survey about

I’m always glad to remember that Easter is a season, not just one holy day. After all, restoration is not a moment–it is an arduous, painful process.

Like many churches, mine is hosting services throughout this Holy Week. On Monday, I was asked to start off the proceedings with a short meditation. Perhaps

with Jane Zwart It’s been cold here in west Michigan and snowy. Spring seems a long way off. And Lent seems darker than ever: a

When I was in Italy last month for Calvin’s interim term, I took my students to one of my favorite places in Florence: San Marco,