My grandfather died in 1971. He was “only” 74, but he seemed ancient to me. I was twelve years old. My memories are hazy and

Nineteen years ago we started washing feet at our Maundy Thursday worship service. This isn’t so much a “success story,” more of a “how my

If you follow The Twelve with any regularity, you may recognize the name Marty Wondaal. Marty often comments on the post of the day, especially

Dubuque, Iowa is a middle-size city on the Mississippi River where Iowa, Illinois, and Wisconsin meet. It’s a rather gritty river town, now splashed with

About a year ago Rod Dreher’s The Benedict Option was making a big splash.  I didn’t read it. I read enough reviews to know that

Once upon a time, I was suspicious of psychology. It was an enemy of faith. Psychology purported that healthy, balanced people did not need religion.

The Bible does not like dogs. • When evil queen Jezebel is pushed off a balcony to her death, her corpse is eaten by dogs

by Steve Mathonnet-VanderWell It’s January. It’s been so cold the climate-change-deniers have trotted out their usual “How can there be global warming when its -10°