“Pack a lunch and you will need your own hammer” he told me. So I dove my teen-aged self to Gemmen’s Hardware and stood in

Seamus Heaney mugged my Christmas and pinned me down through New Year’s. I was ambushed one evening on Youtube safari, a weak moment. With a

A response to Syd Hielema’s The Church of Jesus in 2047: Life After the Decade from Hell, posted on the Reformed Journal on December 12.

The good people of our village Rotary put up a Christmas light display every year and I selflessly volunteer my services in policing their deer

Wildlife management tip (I’m an expert): You can drive mice from your wall by annoying them — loudly. Hence, ye olde boom box (remember them?)

St. John’s Catholic church in our village is constructed of yellow sandstone. It’s a graceful steeple and stained-glass presence in one of our older neighborhoods.

Confession here. Early in my undergraduate career at Calvin College (now University), I became disenamored with my choice to declare a Biology major. As a

At Hotel Chequamegon, I pay the state rate, but ghosts stay for free. Off the lobby, the parlor faces north over Chequamegon Bay. A book-jacket

I think every church leader should listen to and contemplate episode 23 of Professor Debra Rienstra’s Refugia Faith podcast. It’s entitled “Purple Zone Refugia: Leah