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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
Scott Hoezee
March 4, 2014
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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
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