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Last spring I was hiking along a section of the Saline River that shambles through the city of Milan, Michigan, and I came to a
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Last spring I was hiking along a section of the Saline River that shambles through the city of Milan, Michigan, and I came to a
Grubs Every year it seems, a southwest wind blows the seed of a new plant into my yard, a small plot, about 1,500 square feet,
To Know What You See, Not See What You Know We need the stories of the Gospels more than ever as our churches bicker and
The Strange Silence of the Bible in the Church More than ten years ago, the Hebrew instructors at Western Theological Seminary (WTS) began to entertain
As I was walking through Kollen Park in Holland, Michigan along the shoreline of Lake Macatawa, I overtook a young mother and her two daughters.
The Gap Michelangelo’s fresco of God and Adam on the ceiling of Sistine Chapel is spellbinding: God coming with hand reaching out and Adam waiting
A Saint’s Final Request Jim walked into my office and slowly closed the door. “I have a story for you,” he said. While studying at
From the summer of 1995 until the summer of 1996, I lived in the moshav, Nes Ammim, a cooperative agricultural settlement located in the Asher
A Spiritual Autobiography One day while Isaiah was carrying out his responsibilities as high priest at the temple in Jerusalem, God appeared above the ark
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