“. . .to the great God, nothing is little. . .” You know?–I really ought to imprint that line on a t-shirt: “to the great

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