
Philosophy & Autobiography
I am no philosopher, nor a philosopher’s son. I am not even a herdsman or nor a dresser of sycamore trees. I refer to myself
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I am no philosopher, nor a philosopher’s son. I am not even a herdsman or nor a dresser of sycamore trees. I refer to myself
Or “Neo-Pagans” and “Unchurched” Neo-pagan. It’s a term I toss around frequently, often endearingly. I think of many friends and acquaintances who I describe as
Small-town church life in the upper Midwest means that we do funerals—quite a few. Iowa, for instance, is among the most elderly states in the
What is it about the end of the year that makes us turn to stout and solemn hymns? While the TV shows us people wearing
Driving by the Unitarian-Universalist Church in Des Moines, the sign* read, Any night a child is born Is a holy night. I smiled inwardly, a
Exhibit One: Once while spending the weekend at my college roommate’s home, we worshipped at his Nazarene Church. Small, sincere, and pure holiness. The “old”
The Kingdom of God There is hardly a more powerful phrase or image in all of scripture. It stirs me, stretches my imagination, fills me

It’s about me. It’s all about me. The Twelve is supposed to move and work within that great tradition of Reformed cultural commentary. As a
The first football game I attended upon moving to Iowa pitted the Dutch against the Norse. Who knew such strong ethnic sentiments still persisted? Team