It wasn’t a heart attack after all. And how could it be, I wondered, even as the pain grew in my chest like a succubus.

One of my earliest sermon memories goes back to the Reformed Church in the Netherlands in 1942. The dominee held forth on the German occupation

In early Lent I posted the following as my Facebook status, “I am brimming full of joy!” My liturgically minded friends quickly weighed in: “Well,

Even before I read Matthew Lundberg’s essay “Tripping over Adverbs” in the February edition of Perspectives, I had planned to write this little reflection for

I have James Smith’s Vascular Plant Families open to page 203, Oleaceae: Olive Family. At least ten words are unfamiliar (actinomorphic, androecium, gynoecium, placentation), and

During the heat of the 2008 United States presidential election, journalist Bill Bishop offered a tome that helped explain why the lines of demarcation between

I realized last year how much I look forward to Lent. I didn’t grow up observing it; it wasn’t much emphasized in the California Mennonite

Really. Tiger Woods has been sleeping around? Really, his relationship with his fembot wife from the Swedish Bikini Team was a sham? Really, the man

About a year and a half ago, as part of a significant shift in our mission and forms of worship, my church began to celebrate