
Change and decay…and a little bit of hope
The older I get, the more vividly I come to understand that scowl on the face of both father and daughter in American Gothic, an
The older I get, the more vividly I come to understand that scowl on the face of both father and daughter in American Gothic, an
(This is part 2. The earlier posting can be found here.) “A wandering Aramean was my ancestor” was part of the response one was to
Jes is away today, and her husband Jim is pinch-hitting. Jim Kast-Keat is a divergent thinker, ideation specialist, and aspiring minimalist. He is, among other things, a
In the grand scheme of things the year 1880 was not really all that long ago. In my lifetime I’ve been privileged to know three
With the recent announcement of Rep. Paul Ryan as the Republican Vice-Presidential nominee, the major party slates are set and the choice before us has
Imagine you if you had a violent drug dealer chained to a pole in your basement – the result of circumstances that got out of
August is the sweltering month. At least that’s how I used to remember it. Maybe because my family, when I was a boy, would take
As a young child, I, like so many others throughout church history, was taught the Ten Commandments as part of my catechetical instruction. Some commandments
Recipes seem to be a theme here at The Twelve of late (check out Debra Rienstra’s post, “Here’s What’s Cookin’” from last week). Since today
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