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There was a telephone booth somewhere near the Variety Store back then, a telephone booth I hardly ever used. There was no need really–I
There was a telephone booth somewhere near the Variety Store back then, a telephone booth I hardly ever used. There was no need really–I
I was 18 when I got my first tattoo. I was sitting in my small Christian college dorm room and I knew that I was

The past six days are to me a blur, and the ordinary way of remembering days past seems not to apply. Anyone reading this who
In the two-week rhythm of The 12, I last posted on the day of the Boston Marathon / bombings. And by the standards of our

As I was driving with my daughter the other day the chit chat gave way to a more serious topic. “In school next we’re going
I’ve been trying to figure out which deaths count and which don’t—not in the eyes of God, of course, but in those of the American
Over the past fifteen years, I have served as a spiritual care coordinator (i.e., chaplain), an associate pastor, a seminary professor at two different institutions,

Spring is taking a long time this year to get to West Michigan. Last week was extremely stormy here in Grand Rapids (and many other