A man in my community died last month. After a twelve month tangle with glioblastoma, he entered a ten-day rapid…
Heidi S. De JongeAugust 12, 2022
The Christian Reformed Church of North America has always been my home. I was baptized by my dad – a…
Heidi S. De JongeJune 17, 2022
When she comes to me, she usually comes at night - in that little valley between awake and asleep. I…
Heidi S. De JongeMay 20, 2022
Twenty-five years ago, the Dordt College concert choir loaded up on a bus for our spring break tour. Our first…
Heidi S. De JongeApril 22, 2022
Isn’t counted cross-stitch just glorified paint-by-number? That’s what I thought (but would never say) when my mom would spend countless…
Heidi S. De JongeMarch 25, 2022
I have done my best in ministry not to challenge people’s theology in the midst of moments of pastoral care.…
Heidi S. De JongeFebruary 25, 2022
When I was in high school, I often lingered by the perfume counter at the Bon Marché in the Bellis…
Heidi S. De JongeJanuary 28, 2022
A number of years ago, I started the practice of sitting in silence for several minutes at a time. I…
Heidi S. De JongeDecember 31, 2021
Mary pondered all the things. I love this little bit in Luke 2. In the blaze and rush of the…
Heidi S. De JongeDecember 17, 2021
