Lately, it’s easy to get caught up in either anxiety or rage. The speed of cultural change, and the inevitable backlash, leads to a permanent

“Blessed are the grateful” was a phrase that was used in the church I visited this week, and it made me think of this blog.

“Hey, Grandpa. How do you get people to give money to something?” I’m sitting with my husband’s 101-year-old grandfather at Thanksgiving. I’ve been trying for

Over the last week, I’ve been at various events around Grand Rapids and Holland and have had the odd, but very delightful, experience of people

I’m a pretty regular blood donor. At a recent donation, I ran into an acquaintance. Not really a friend, but a good guy–genial, jaunty, exuberant.

The sabbatical of my colleague Lyle Bierma this Fall presented me the chance to teach the half-semester “Christian Reformed Church History” class for the first

In twentieth century America, hospitality began to regain some cultural footing. Dorothy Day and Peter Maurin founded the Catholic Worker movement in the 1930s and

I’m almost finished with the new book by my friend and fellow blogger Jeff Munroe, Reading Buechner: Exploring the Work of a Master Memoirist, Novelist,

I love Advent. I love the stillness and longing, the waiting and yearning that stir in the songs and in the liturgy of the season.