I Prayed . . .
New York City may not be the most secular city around but like lots of this world’s larger cities, neither does it bristle with religious
Scott Hoezee
May 12, 2015
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New York City may not be the most secular city around but like lots of this world’s larger cities, neither does it bristle with religious
By Rebecca Koerselman When examining religious traditions, including my own Reformed tradition, I’ve been fascinated by the ways that parents attempt to pass their beliefs
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Jim Bratt is away today. We welcome guest-blogger, Carol Van Klompenburg. Thanks, Carol! I was planting dianthus in my backyard flower bed when Barb arrived
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In my late teens and early twenties, I spent minimally an hour each day in prayer. That is not an overstatement. I persistently listened and
The Washington Post picked up Theresa Latini’s April 23 post here on The Twelve, “Please don’t pray for me.” Congratulations, Theresa!
I’ve been enjoying this week’s big music release: the new Mumford and Sons album, Wilder Mind, with its more electric direction–what I’d label “thrash folk.” But what’s been
Right before lunch I went to see a parishioner at work. Her mother-in-law had just died. Her husband had been there with his mother. I
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