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I am always impressed when speaking with one of my many septuagenarian or octogenarian congregants and they share something about “working out” or “going to
I know it’s not Ash Wednesday. It’s not even Lent: a time in our church calendar where we are given space to mourn, lament, and
Well we’ve slid into August now and so we’re just a few blinks away from Labor Day and the semi-official end of all things summer.
I told you in this space last time that I grew up in Flint, Michigan. What I didn’t tell you is that I often reflect
Ok, it’s the first weekend in August and with it comes a slight tremor of forewarning that summer’s going to end. The mind panics a
Those of you who regularly read The Twelve will notice that this is my first time back to blogging since the birth of my daughter
Guest blogger Sarina Gruver Moore teaches in the English department at Calvin College and wastes time (er, researches) on Twitter. My Twitter timeline these days
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