Even though I attempted a sermon on this text nearly thirty years ago, it is still not without fear and trembling that I attempt to

At four, I am visiting my Aunt Minnie’s farm for the day. Cobs crackle in the black kitchen stove. The wind whines above the mutter

Of the making of books (and films and recordings) by and about Dietrich Bonhoeffer there is no end, apparently. The Lutheran pastor, theologian and political

Choosing birthday cards is always a daunting task–they’re either too smarmy, too sexual, too juvenile, too something. The picture is wrong, the sentiment not quite

I’m the guy who knocked on your door in the summer of 1972 to ask you if you knew Jesus. It is probably time for

This age reveres personal choice in religious matters and deems personal feeling the test of what is authentic, and even Reformed churches are heeding popular

Five years ago my buddy, Duane Shrontz, and I rendezvoused at the Waukesha County Fairgrounds, 15 miles west of Milwaukee, for the 95th anniversary celebration

THE GHOSTS OF NOVEMBER Wailing, chilled winds assailed my tortured yard. The leaves spun up from blasted grass like clouds Of crumbling colors, with each