Based on a True Story
Last November I wrote here about a fabulous movie that told the little-known story of a number of the best back-up singers in the music
Jennifer L. Holberg
March 12, 2014
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Last November I wrote here about a fabulous movie that told the little-known story of a number of the best back-up singers in the music
I’m picking up where I left off two weeks ago, and glad for the responses that have given me much to ponder in the meantime.
At church my family always sits on the side over by the musicians. Church-going people fall into habits like that, sometimes for no particular reason.
It was a while ago now, four short years, counting like a grandparent. I finished with opening prayer at a Sunday dinner, and Pieter, our
Watching the Olympics in the last month has brought me back to ten years ago when I had the amazing opportunity to travel to the
Sacred Heart Parish in Farmington, New Mexico A month ago I wrote about a pilgrimage I was going on. Yes, it was part vacation that
I grew up in a decidedly non-liturgical tradition in the Christian Reformed Church. In fact, I recently elicited gales of laughter from my colleagues on
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