What if our varying experiences of grief are not progressive points along a line of time but places to which we travel and in which

Judgments, I have discovered, are usually my own. Other people are usually kinder than my brain.

Last week on the Calvin Center for Faith & Writing’s blog, I reflected a bit on the onslaught of end of the year “best-of” book

How do I hope for the best when, every day in the United States, the worst keeps happening? How do I look for softness and

“There are some people who just make me glad to be alive at the same time as them,” my wife, Hannah, said recently. “Mavis is

I remember the reluctance to put Sunday clothes back on after a restful afternoon. I remember the promise of ice cream after the service. I

Any woman with the gift of teaching and preaching, a grasp of the Bible and ability to speak authoritatively, was a threat to the white

What, from a classic Christian point of view, are Donald Trump’s compulsive vices?

I considered lots of words. I felt called to steer away from productivity, from the false illusion of self-control. What I might need is not