
Trilliums
There are trilliums by the creek behind my house.White trinities of soft joy in the evening light,scattered across the hillside that acts as boundary between
There are trilliums by the creek behind my house.White trinities of soft joy in the evening light,scattered across the hillside that acts as boundary between
Wedding season is almost upon us. Maybe it’s already here! Those save-the-date cards magneted to your refrigerator door have been replaced by actual invitations. Chicken,
We are nine days out from this year’s observance of Ascension Day as this blog appears and that also means we are a full month,
I think I can say that the Reformed Church in America (RCA), the denomination to which I belong, suffers from a closed system of communication.
“I got in a fight with a wall and lost.” Last Sunday, Mother’s Day, I had to stand up in front of my congregation and
My all-time favorite children’s book is entitled “My Dad the Magnificent.” It’s not the most popular story and it was never made into a movie,
It’s not that Patton was a good man–that’s not why his troops loved him. He wasn’t. It’s not that he was even all that successful.
The severest form of peer pressure here in the ‘burbs is to reach Sunday afternoon and be the last on the street with an unmowed
Two Sundays ago, Wes Granberg-Michaelson, General Secretary Emeritus of the Reformed Church in America, preached on Saul’s conversion at Church of the Servant in Grand
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