Bazan One of the holiday albums in heavy rotation in my Spotify app every December is David Bazan’s Dark Sacred Night. It’s no Gene Autry

I am writing this blog from the Tucson airport as my wife and I are returning from a brief getaway in the Desert Southwest.  We

Was it this year’s unusual calendar? Or maybe it’s that I’m now retired from the pastorate? But it seemed like Christmas mirth and zaniness had

In this Advent season, I share this personal experience to encourage people who wait in hope. It’s a story about Vince (not his real name),

The church was packed. Mom would have liked that. And all five “first ladies” were in attendance–she would have liked that too. She would have

What do you suppose you’d find, to root around in that walnut-sized brain for a while? It’s a pathetic nod to self-care I suppose, but

I know Debra used a Mary Oliver quote in her post on Saturday, but I generally feel it’s never a bad idea to emulate Debra

I’ve kept company with the Reformed Journal for fifty years. It began when I was a graduate student appreciating a touch of home amid my

Recently, some lovely friends threw a party for my new book, Nourishing Narratives. As part of the event, I had a conversation with Michael Wildschut,