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It’s already 9 days into April, or as the literati like to call it, National Poetry Month. I hope you’ve been celebrating appropriately—or even inappropriately,
Jennifer L. Holberg
April 9, 2014
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It’s already 9 days into April, or as the literati like to call it, National Poetry Month. I hope you’ve been celebrating appropriately—or even inappropriately,
“Grandpa, we don’t pray in restaurants!” So declared my daughter to my father, many, many years ago. Our food had arrived, and as was his
Good Monday to you. After much hemming and hawing over several half-baked ideas for today’s post, I’ve decided to re-post this piece. I humbly (re)submit
I’ve been reading a lot of author interviews lately to prepare for Calvin’s Festival of Faith and Writing. So when I went to see the
The image I won’t soon forget from Haiti’s National Museum is a elaborately rigged ball and chain from the nation’s horrific dark ages, the days
I thirst for the living God. Where shall I go? I love learning. I love the process of reading, studying, conversing, and wrestling with
Note: Today’s blog is a guest blog by my colleague Dr. John Bolt, Professor of Systematic Theology at Calvin Theological Seminary, and I thank John
Q: Why is Miguel Cabrera so good? A: Because God likes baseball. So said an opposing scout, quoted in last week’s Sports Illustrated. The
And so she woke upWoke up from where she was lying stillSaid, “I gotta do somethingAbout where we’re going” You gotta cry without weepingTalk without
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