When this blog goes live, I will hopefully be thousands of feet in the air over the mid-Atlantic, on my way to the Netherlands for

My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was a priest in the Netherlands. That’s thirteen “greats” if you weren’t counting. His name was Feito Ruardi, and he was born in

Warning: this blog contains spoilers of Ted Lasso Season 3. Scott beat me to the punch with his blog about the NY Times story of

So it’s the last day of the CRC’s synod. Much has been decided, but not everything. As of my uploading this at 10:30 last night,

A couple weeks ago I traveled to Kingsfold Retreat Centre with a group of pastors who have gathered once a month this past year, mostly

This weekend I watched the new John Mulaney Netflix comedy special, Baby J. Mulaney’s had an eventful couple of years, and he recounts much of

I heard recently about an area church that doesn’t sing. They don’t dislike music. There’s still a small band that plays music throughout the service.

The day of a cheese deliverer starts early in the Netherlands. At 5 a.m., on a quiet July morning twelve years ago, I was in

Last summer I made quite a few trips between Kitchener and Grand Haven, a five-hour drive. About two hours in I would start to feel