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The man wore a blazing-yellow shirt open at his chest. With thumbs hooked into the pockets of his black pants, he addressed a group of
A few years ago, a woman from West Michigan, Rachel, traveled to southern Mexico in order to teach music and English in the tiny village
In Chapter 12 of the Gospel of John, Jesus announces, “The hour has come,” and with these words the focus of this gospel shifts. Knowing
By Tom Boogaart I am coming to the end of a long teaching career at Western Theological Seminary and beginning to sort through the piles
by Tom Boogaart In late November my wife Judy and I took our three young granddaughters on a walk, and we passed by a crèche
By Tom Boogaart Christmas is a time for Christians to be thinking about emperors, although you would never know this attending a typical Christmas pageant.
By Tom Boogaart A few years ago, an historic Reformed Church was celebrating its sesquicentennial and inviting various people to come and talk about the
By Tom Boogaart My house once had a carefully designed garden. Azaleas, rhododendrons, hostas, a dogwood tree, a rose of Sharon bush, and evergreen shrubs,
By Tom Boogaart Both of my parents died in late winter of this year, and we committed their bodies to the ground: a real committal service.
