
The Gospel of Dust
I lie in bed on a summery morning as a deluge of early morning light slants through the window and floats across the bedroom like
I lie in bed on a summery morning as a deluge of early morning light slants through the window and floats across the bedroom like
Wow! The Dutch really know how to enjoy their religion. They even named a church after a mixed drink. The thought occurred to me, in
I am an American who happens to have a Dutch last name. That’s one of the surprising things I’ve learned while living in The Hague
Editor’s Note: The following is an excerpt from the epilogue of the forthcoming book, Following Jesus in a Warming World by Kyle Meyaard-Schaap (Feb. 2023, InterVarsity Press).
Lately, I have somewhat begun to remove the name of God from my lips. I didn’t say “Merry Christmas” in the little cards I wrote
A peculiar thing has happened of late to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. He’s become a hero to white conservatives. On second thought, “hero” is
Winn Collier’s A Burning in My Bones, the authorized biography of Eugene Peterson, has been a sweet revelation, even though I knew Eugene, and his wife,
To Know What You See, Not See What You Know We need the stories of the Gospels more than ever as our churches bicker and
There was a time when going to the airport was fun, a cause for celebration and a source of good memories. Long before shoe bombs
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