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

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.