Maybe, I thought, if I read more, understand more, listen more closely, maybe I will be okay.

This past Friday, January 16, is referred to as “Quitter’s Day,” because it’s the date by which most new year’s resolutions have been abandoned. January

In a garden in Stratford, Ontario is a war memorial depicting the triumph of justice over tyranny.

For apprentice musicians like me, the evening service served as the minor leagues. You could secure your debut slot for “special music” at the evening

When you follow the thread sentence by sentence it opens itself to your imagination, like a good expository sermon can open a biblical text.

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