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 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.

by Tom Boogaart The street that links my house and Western Seminary is called College. For thirty years now I have walked it up and

by Thomas A. Boogaart I have always loved running. As a boy I ran up and down Lyon Street in Grand Rapids, Michigan, on my