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

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

Last week my mother spent a night in the hospital because of atrial fibrillation.  Her heart gets out of rhythm, and it needs to be

  Last summer, we’d just passed the bridge at Nijmegen where, 600 yards to the west, hundreds of GIs paddled flimsy Brit boats with their