So, March was 749 days long. I’m not sure if I’m ready for the month billed by T.S. Eliot as “the cruelest.” The picture painted

Be still, and know that I am God.   Psalm 46:10 As an ADHD sufferer, I confess that this verse has always given me the heebie

In the moments I’m not self-righteously clucking “tsk, tsk,” at the toilet-paper-hoarding masses, I’m doing mental math estimating how long our supply might last. We’re

John 1:1-18 Every May I teach a Hope College course called Ecological Theology and Ethics. It runs for three weeks, with the middle two weeks

I initially had grand plans of reading and writing about two excellent new books that are out this month on Christian nationalism, but then a

I write from a position of privilege. I’m at my desk, typing on a computer hooked up to the internet, the lifeline for many who

As I write this, my two teenagers are “zooming” their classmates and friends and working away at the assignments their teachers have given them during

Before my last semester of full-time college teaching was derailed by a virus, I had been teaching – for about the fortieth time – my

Some years back, before we even had The Twelve yet I think, I wrote an article in Perspectives on a strangely powerful benediction that Neal