I fear fading away in a hallucinatory haze, diapered, positioned daily in front of a screen displaying an endless stream of Hallmark movies

Because of my travel schedule, I’ve been away from Reformed Journal quite a bit over this first half of 2025. I’m so glad for people

Calling my dad a real estate developer is a bit misleading. A typical “development” for my dad was finding an old block of real estate

One summer years ago, I shocked my son by saying, as I began sorting through stuff that I thought we needed to have a garage

I’m wondering how or if we can hold on to something like Michelle Obama’s hopeful call while also engaging with a vile man doing all

A sermon is invariably made better by telling stories, but a story is never made better when it sermonizes.

We met in the parking lot of the country church on either side of which we had lived, my father the pastor and his the

Last summer, my family and I went for a bike ride along a trail on our way to one of our favorite lunch spots. We

When my writing crosses the line into sentimentality, I am taking more than half, by which I mean that I am doing my own emotional