
Walking Through a Forest at Sunset
It was a warm mid-November day. Too warm really. I took off my jacket and started walking a familiar trail through a West Michigan, lakeshore
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It was a warm mid-November day. Too warm really. I took off my jacket and started walking a familiar trail through a West Michigan, lakeshore
As the Montgomery bus boycott extended from days to weeks to months, as the simmering anger of the white community began to boil, as more
My Reformed ancestors were iconoclasts, an established fact that became existentially real to me when my family and I moved to the city of Groningen,
I have spent my life studying the Bible and trying to teach it in such a way that students could experience it as living and
My mother-in-law died in January. Grada Johanna Voortman-Rietema blew out the candles on her 102nd birthday cake, rose from her chair, and fell awkwardly to
Not Alone: Gatineau, Quebec Sophie was born and raised in Quebec. She left the Catholic Church because its worship services were impersonal and it failed
While my parents were still living, I often traveled from Holland to Grand Rapids and lunched with them at Porter Hills Retirement Village. On one
Once upon a Lenten season, I was preparing a meditation on Jesus’ cry of dereliction in the Gospel of Mark, the enigmatic: My God, my
I walked through the tunnel which burrowed through a sand dune and opened onto a deck with a view of the Lake Michigan shoreline, this
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