Talitha Cumi
The grieving father decided we were going to have church at his daughter’s funeral last Saturday. Church it was. I’m no judge of crowds, but
jeff munroe
March 3, 2014
No Comments
The grieving father decided we were going to have church at his daughter’s funeral last Saturday. Church it was. I’m no judge of crowds, but
I wasn’t going to respond to your latest post, about the parochialism of academe (http://assets.reformedjournal.com/jessica-bratt/2014/2/24/doctoral-student-dispatches-part-1.html#comments), figuring that I’d let those who don’t share our surname
Got a little soulThe world is a cold, cold place to beWant a little warmthBut who’s going to save a little warmth for me We
Two weeks ago, I suggested that the church manifests significant conformity to the world when it is motivated by fear of being tainted by sin
Twice today, something popped up in my facebook feed that centered on the idea of home. One (which quoted Maya Angelou) focused on the inescapable
I am no philosopher, nor a philosopher’s son. I am not even a herdsman or nor a dresser of sycamore trees. I refer to myself
Nicholas Kristof’s op-ed piece, “Professors, We Need You!,” struck a chord with me last week. I deeply respect Kristof’s work, and I’ve written here before (and
Who can withstand his icy blast?Ps. 147:17 To those among our readers who do not live in the wintry climes of North America, I apologize
On Saturday, January 2, 1847, a young Senecan named Ha-sa-no-an-da, or Ely Parker, then just 18 years old, visited the U.S. Capitol on a trip
Please make checks out to Reformed Journal and mailed to:
PO Box 1282
Holland, MI 49422
© 2025 Reformed Journal.