The Tuesday afternoon before Thanksgiving I left the house to run errands—only to spot a large, brown mass huddled in the snow underneath my front

Joy doesn’t come easily to me. Or more accurately, exuberance. Skipping like a lamb isn’t a way I typically emote. Is it my Dutch Reformed

A few months ago,  early one morning, on my way into one of the hospitals where I work occasional chaplain shifts, I was making the

by Marijke Strong A six week commitment to writing has shown me how habitually I pile up words, often in play but sometimes also (if

  Director Ridley Scott had me at the thundering hooves. I should not have enjoyed the two-and-a-half hours I spent watching Exodus: Gods and Kings—there

I first met Mildred in the early spring of 1997 just about a month before she passed away. Born in 1910, she was one of

The contemporary worship song Breathe has been on repeat in my speakers this week. Do you know the song? It goes like this “This is the air

“Nobody gave me anything.” I have heard variations of this statement recently, as race has been a topic of national conversation. The statement, intended to