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John H. Timmerman

“Candide” and the Car Wash

I suppose many attitudes surround people’s work. I can truly say that I enjoyed almost all the jobs I had. Even “humping” freight on the night shift at the truck yard to pay my way through college. Some days, if the freight were heavy, I drove, odoriferous and gulping coffee, straight from the dock to classes at Calvin College on Franklin Street.  If I had a few extra minutes I would stop at Fatboy’s Fish Fry on Division and would eat the fish with my fingers on the way to school. With a few exceptions the classrooms were lively enough to keep me wide awake.

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Mark Hiskes

Meeting Big Brother at the ICE Office

Not long ago, I was part of a group from our church that accompanied Javier to the local office of Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Others from our congregation, pastors included, had made the trip multiple times before to accompany church members who had also been summoned. This time, my first, there were six of us in the van that took off at 6:30 a.m. from the parking lot of our church: two of our pastors, another elder and me, and Javier and his wife. 

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Laura Wessels

The Difference Between a Time and a Season 

While I grieved for the broken relationship between church and pastor, I was also excited about this opportunity for myself. After the initial three weeks

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John Hubers

This Wasn’t Supposed to Happen

I remember vividly the day my death-denying illusions were shattered—it happened when I was a senior in high school. A friend had driven home from

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David Landegent

Learning How to Lament From Jesus

Still, when I compare Old and New Testament lamenting, I can’t shake the sense that the coming of Jesus changed the role of lament for

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Tami Zietse

The Case for “Messed Up” Stories

There was a time in my career when the father of one of my students (in a different decade and a different state) requested a

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Kathryn Vilela

Family Heirlooms I Want to Keep

There are elements of my view of the world that now differ from my parents’, but in my change and growth there are many family

Duane Kelderman

Slipping feet, slumbering and sleeping

There on this large kitchen table that at one time had seated them with all five of their children, were three simple bowls of home-made

Cindi Veldheer DeYoung

Can We Keep It Real?

“Keeping it real” touches on the truthful stories we share with each other, rather than the easy, gliding, predictable responses.

Debra Rienstra

Angels At Large

“Ha ha. Anyway, I’m OK. Actually, I’m in a better place now, you know? Having ‘Angel At Large’ status for a while isn’t so bad.”

Heidi S. De Jonge

My Moment on the Camino

I had loved the flower virtually for years, connecting it to my faith and my vocation. And here it was in real life. It was

Timothy Van Deelen

Dystopia

There is nobility in studying Biology because it enables leadership and creativity needed for the stickiest questions humanity must face.

Roger Nelson

Through This Present Darkness

Rather than a dramatic epiphany, I’ve been reminded recently of the slow illumination at daybreak that gives you just enough light to make your way.

Dave Larsen

The Flash, 1962

I asked myself if I would have made different decisions and taken different actions than those my parents took in moving us to the suburbs.

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Jeff Japinga

You Really Can

Ayers draws upon a vast knowledge of other great Christian thinkers; on art and music and literature, and what I can only imagine are a

Brian Walsh

Communion is Everything

I have been waiting for this book for more than twenty years. You see, when I first read Mark Gornik’s 2002 book To Live in

Angela Carpenter

Joyful Companions for These Dark Times

by Angela Carpenter John Hendrix’s The Mythmakers defies simple explanation. On one level, it is the true story of a friendship and a testament to

Jessica Stovall

The Life of a….Prodigal Sheep?

I vividly remember my first “women supporting women” moment.  My friends and I were sitting in the back of the school bus in the Spring

Michelle VanDenBerg

When the Church Wounds

I started reading When the Church Harms God’s People over six months ago. Typically, it takes me two or three weeks to read a book

Dana VanderLugt

Rooted: Sustenance for Transformation

I often avoid driving the road that passes by the land that once was my grandpa’s orchard. The apple trees are gone now, the old

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Hannah Notess

Dwell

In the future we will live in pods of reclaimed wood and very white bed-linens …

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Mark Hiskes

Passing the Peace

On good weeks it happens twice. Once on Sunday morning, sunlit sanctuary …

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Jenni Breems

Bearing Witness

ICE arrested someone on my block. Walking my dog, I saw the witness first …

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Deb Baker

Be opened

to the absence of your own voice filling your inner silence …

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Steven Peterson

A Famine of Words

It says right there in Amos chapter eight: “The time is surely coming,” syas the Lord …

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Rose Postma

“Dwell” by Hannah Notess

In this episode of the Reformed Journal Podcast, the poetry edition, Rose Postma interviews Hannah Faith Notess about her poem “Dwell.” Hannah is a poet

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Rose Postma

“Be Opened” by Deb Baker

In this episode of the Reformed Journal Podcast, the poetry edition, Rose Postma talks with Deb Baker about her poem “Be Opened.” Deb lives in New

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Rose Postma

“A Famine of Words” by Steven Peterson

In this episode of the Reformed Journal Podcast, the poetry edition, Rose Postma interviewed Steven Peterson about his poem “A Famine of Words.” Steven is

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Rose Postma

“On Absolution” by Lila Tindall

In this episode of the Reformed Journal Podcast, the poetry edition, Rose Postma talks with Lila Robinett Tindall about her poem “On Absolution.” Lila is

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Rose Postma

“Grafting Apple Shoots” by Betsy Howard

In this episode of the Reformed Journal Podcast, the poetry edition, Rose Postma talks with Betsy Howard about her poem “Grafting Apple Shoots.” Betsy serves