It has taken me time to remember I have two ears to listen, and just one mouth. My daughter asked me what the word “verbose”

l was overcome with love for my beautiful, quirky congregation— a small, urban, blue-collar Presbyterian church in south Seattle.

One realtor suggests there are something like 1100 former churches for sale in the U.S.

Editor’s Note: Jim Schaap, long a fixture here on the Reformed Journal blog, has been absent recently. First, a cataclysmic flood last June, followed by

The Grand Calumet River is likely the most polluted river in the Great Lakes watershed, maybe in all of North America.

I’m not really given to resolutions. Statistically, they don’t really work, so there’s the pragmatic objection. But more than that, I object as well to

Can I get someone to second my motion to make 2024 an annus horribilis?

It was tough. We had to leave out a lot. But here’s some that you may want to re-read, or if you missed them the

While our sanctuaries are all gussied up, maximalized in splendor, look around and let your soul wander. Follow where God leads you. Bask in the