My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was a priest in the Netherlands. That’s thirteen “greats” if you weren’t counting. His name was Feito Ruardi, and he was born in
We remember how to be human when we share our stories of hope, prayer, lament, and struggle. “Wild, Beautiful, and Free” by Sophfronia Scott threads
“Watch any good shows lately?” Usually, the answer is no. Most of the time I doom scroll through the streaming apps, only to land back
Just exactly why the Fool Soldiers decided to rescue the hostages White Lodge and his band had captured–and abused–is a question no one will ever
It’s T-Minus 10 days and counting until the beginning of the annual meeting of the synod of the CRCNA. Probably it is fair to say
A six-pack of IPAs and an almond-currant loaf from the Dutch import store are hard to hide in an expense report, so I’ll probably let
I left for college on a Sunday afternoon in August, crawling into a Thunderbird with three other students, waving goodbye to parents and siblings, and
As a foster parent, social worker, and researcher, one concept that has been invaluable to me in understanding the role of trauma among the many
Terry Gross was interviewing the author Judy Blume on NPR’s Fresh Air. Blume had grown up secular Jewish, and Gross was asking her about her
