For my sermon for the First Sunday of Advent I used an image that I got from my summer mornings at the lake. I wake

I work as an educator at a school associated with the Christian Reformed Church. I am also a regular reader of The Twelve. I’m writing

Football season is at last over, but imagine this scenario. Your team is ahead by a point or two. Your defense holds and the other

A few years ago I happened to be walking out of a jet bridge alongside the actor Michael Keaton. He was alone, caught for a

What we call the Christmas “closet” is really an attic room—located at the top of a steep set of stairs, with a sloping ceiling, and

January has trudged slowly onward, and now we tip toward the bleak mid-winter. Go ahead. Let yourself groan about it if you must. Very few

I loved The Two Popes. I know it’s fiction, based on conversations and individual statements, but it still left me hopeful. I’ve read Benedict’s work

Last week I presided over my sixteenth funeral since taking up post as pastor of Second CRC two and a half years ago. The fifteenth

Homemakers From the immense and undifferentiated space in the world, all of us claim our own. In one way or another, we raise four walls