I didn’t think there would ever be a situation where I’d feel the need to come to Shia LaBeouf’s defense. But Sunday night gave me

Last week I presided over my sixteenth funeral since taking up post as pastor of Second CRC two and a half years ago. The fifteenth

Monday night I finally got around to watching The Two Popes on Netflix. Directed by Fernando Mereilles, the film centers around Pope Benedict’s surprising resignation

I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness recently. And how to get more of it. In early December I had one of the crummiest weeks

Thanksgiving in November still feels a bit foreign to me. In the “true north, strong and free” Thanksgiving is celebrated in early October, free of

“Not knowing where you’re going isn’t an excuse not to write.” Pardon the triple negative. In my defense, it’s not mine. It belongs to Isaac

Tuesday. Lorelle and I, having decided that at twenty-eight we are much too old to stand for an entire concert with all the merely twenty-seven-year-old-General-Admissioners,

Fact. I love Survivor. As a kid I went to my neighbor’s house on Wednesday nights (during summer of course, when there was no church

I want to take back the Song of Songs. I want to take it back from its designation as “Wedding material.” I want to take