Sometimes A Table Is More Than A Table
I’d never really been in a church until I was ten years old. Oh sure, there’d been a couple of funerals, and a Mennonite wedding
Thomas Goodhart
December 27, 2012
No Comments
All Posts By
I’d never really been in a church until I was ten years old. Oh sure, there’d been a couple of funerals, and a Mennonite wedding
Just to be clear, beer and gasoline is not what this post is about, although they do make an appearance in what I’d like to
Today my thoughts return me to Jerusalem and Ramallah, Hebron/al-Ḫalīl, At-Tuwani, and Tuba and to the many people who live under the yoke and tyranny
What if the church became more like an AA meeting? “Father, can I have a blessing?” In scrubby jeans and an old fleece jacket I
The call came in part way through a three or four-day retreat. Part of the seminary’s January term, the entire first year class had travelled
Maybe it really is just about catching flies with chopsticks. Often ministry is not what you think it will be. That’s a fair and probably
There is a legend told in the “Little Flowers of St. Francis”—often referenced by its Italian name, “Fioretti”—of the town of Gubbio in Umbria in
I ate figs this morning, chopped-up, warmed momentarily in the microwave—which gives them an extra gooey sweetness—and smothered in yogurt and granola. I’d like to
(This is part 2. The earlier posting can be found here.) “A wandering Aramean was my ancestor” was part of the response one was to
Please make checks out to Reformed Journal and mailed to:
PO Box 1282
Holland, MI 49422
© 2025 Reformed Journal.