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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
We reflect on the meaning of our lives not because we believe we are so important; we reflect on our lives to discover that we
When I was growing up, Easter moved me the least of all the holy days in the church year. I am not sure why this
Our lives consist of an innumerable succession of moments, and most of them seem to pass unremembered into oblivion. We cannot remember in the evening
I said, “Yes!” without really thinking about it. This group of young people had become my friends. We had worked together in the expansive greenhouses
Homemakers From the immense and undifferentiated space in the world, all of us claim our own. In one way or another, we raise four walls
