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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.
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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
We all hold deep convictions that nurture us and give us direction. These convictions have a history; they are planted in everyday experiences that grow
APRIL 2007: ESSAY by Thomas A. Boogaart Introduction I do not remember Ascension Day ever being celebrated when I was a boy growing up in
Christmas is a time when Christians think about empires, or at least when they should be thinking about them. The nativity narrative in the Gospel