My congregation has some of the most beautiful pray-ers who pray the most beautiful prayers. This past Sunday, the person who offered the prayers of
Nobody gets paid. Let’s get that out of the way. A goodly number of us do commendable and even exhausting work on this now ten-year-old
I am the archivist at a small, private university, an institution that began in 1891 but that did not have an archives until 2013. In
Our neighbor Rebecca gave us an essential Advent education. She’s not a Christian, but was the preschool teacher for both of my sons (“Miss Rebecca”
In the late 1980s when my wife was getting her Masters degree in English from Michigan State University, she was able to get tickets to
I was late to the soccer…er, I mean, football game, but after multiple endorsements from coworkers and friends, and two other posts on this blog—
“I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and
Dear young people, Hey there, don’t worry! Just touching base with you, and as you know I’m contractually obliged to reassure you with a “fear
I don’t mean this to sound like a “dance macabre,” an old late-medieval allegory of death. I swear it wasn’t. Don’t think of that Saturday
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