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Some years ago I attended a weekend conference in Washington D.C. entitled “Food, Faith, and the Farm Bill.” Sponsored by the Washington Office of the
Some years ago I attended a weekend conference in Washington D.C. entitled “Food, Faith, and the Farm Bill.” Sponsored by the Washington Office of the
As someone who grew up in the Christian Reformed Church through the 1970s and 80s, I knew virtually nothing about the Season of Lent until
It’s been over a week since the Obama administration blinked and came up with a way out of their self-inflicted fight with the Roman Catholic
I missed it. I’m not sure what I was doing but when I sat down to watch what remained of the Grammys my wife let
Pardon me for being late with my post today, but I wanted to wait for the event that’s the subject of my reflections. This afternoon
I used to think I knew how to read Dostoyevsky. More specifically, back when we used to talk about “existentialism,” I used to be confident
On this Valentine’s Day, please allow me the personal privilege of writing an ode to my wife of nearly 30 years. Her name being Sophie
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