Down in the church basement, we’re sitting in the lady minister’s office, the nine of us. Pilgrims, Claudette calls us, herself included. Claudette is the

River skimmed with ice, white birch limbs swinging as birds launch toward blue sky Conifer fragrance as the wind blows, scattering. . . grave plots

The canoe glides like wind From marsh out into freer water Remote pink forest melds slowly Into close wall of green. The opaque lake borrows

It is no secret that the Reformed tradition can take shape in forms that are deeply sectarian, provincial, and polemical. But if we were to

My family immigrated to Toronto, Canada from Seoul, Korea when I was nine years old. I remember the plane ride well. It was Japanese Airlines.

In yet another cringe-inducing moment for Christianity, a sports radio host here in central Iowa opined on the air that a Jewish baseball player conflicted

I witnessed this yesterday, in Morocco. I was on the train from Rabat to the Casablanca airport, on my way home to New York. Some

The current presidential campaign, especially Ron Reagan Jr.’s speech at the Democratic National Convention, has brought embryonic stem cell research back to the public consciousness.

“This is your mother. I really need you to call me as soon as you get this message.” The cell phone signal was not good