Dick Clark–may he rest in peace
I was born in 1948, but it took me a while to understand the world into which I was, that year, so healthily delivered, or
I was born in 1948, but it took me a while to understand the world into which I was, that year, so healthily delivered, or

For some time now I’ve been trying to figure out where I fit in this whole The Twelve: Reformed. Done Daily. thing. When this blog

“and your very flesh shall be a great poem” – Walt Whitman Musical Roots Along with playing pastor as a little girl I would also
First, sorry for the overly alliterative title. But for this post, those words really are the apt ones to invoke! Like many people, I have
The other day James Bratt posted a careful, scholarly review of Calvinism and Politics on this site. Here’s more, neither careful nor scholarly. . .
A number of you sent appreciative notes on my last post, “The Geography of Faith,” which took a shot at the big picture of American
So begins the movie, Jeff, Who Lives at Home. I saw the Duplasses’ latest movie this past weekend with a friend, and it stuck with
[Alas, today will be my final post here at The Twelve. I’ve been honored to be part of the team that has launched this conversation,

I never read Rob Bell’s Love Wins. Along with the youth in our congregation, I have appreciated his Nooma video series. Actually, lots of our