The Day After
Whatever you are feeling this morning (that is, if you are an American with opinions about yesterday’s election), it seems to me the words of
Jennifer L. Holberg
November 7, 2012
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Whatever you are feeling this morning (that is, if you are an American with opinions about yesterday’s election), it seems to me the words of
It was Election Day, 1996. My father started his day over a cup of coffee with a group of retired men from his church—white, middle
Well, tomorrow’s the big day. After tomorrow, the attack ads and campaign coverage will be over, and sweet little Abigael will be able to stop
Last night St. Hildegard of Bingen visited Calvin College. She sang, accompanied by a plucked psaltery, or by a handheld harp, or by a fancy
Sort of eerie is what it was. We came up over a hill and found it, just across the gravel from a sprawling field full
The call came in part way through a three or four-day retreat. Part of the seminary’s January term, the entire first year class had travelled
Not gonna lie, I may have started my morning off with this song. Which many of my 30-something year old, non-religious, cosmopoltin friends would say
As we enter the final week before we get through this taut political season, I have a question: Who is responsible for making and distributing
This is it, boys, this is war – what are we waiting for?Why don’t we break the rules already?I was never one to believe the