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Kate Kooyman

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We remember

To the mother and the father of the 10-year old whose name we do not know, the child who died in border patrol’s custody in September, but whose death was reported just yesterday: we remember you. We remember you, and…
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Healing Prayer

“Prayer was never meant to be magic," Mother said. "Then why bother with it?" Suzy scowled. "Because it's an act of love."  (Madeline L’Engle, A Ring of Endless Light) Rachel Held Evans is in the hospital, and the world is…
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Binary Choice

“The policy McAleenan would consider, according to the officials, is known as “binary choice” and would give migrant parents the option between being separated from their children or bringing their children with them into long-term detention.” NBC News, April 8.…
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The Danger of Friendship

I am fully aware that very soon the Bible and the Gospels will not be allowed to cross the border. All that will reach us will be the covers, since all the pages are subversive – against sin, it is…
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Up to Something

And again he said, “To what should I compare the kingdom of God? It is like yeast that a woman took and in with three measures of flour until all of it was leavened.” I’ve been baking sourdough bread lately.…
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Never the Stranger

When I go to churches for my job (which is to educate congregations about immigration reform so they’re equipped to be advocates to change the system), we often get to talking about hospitality. It’s a big deal in Scripture. I…
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The One Who Sees

One of the best names for God is “El Roi,” which was the name given to God by a vulnerable refugee named Hagar. El Roi, the Bible tells us, means “the one who sees,” and in particular Hagar meant it…
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God in the Dark

My kids are not thrilled about this, but our family has taken up a weekend habit of going hiking with our puppy -- which my kids find unbearable (so much FOMO with the neighborhood friends), but the dog finds simply…
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Shoes on my feet

I've learned that New Year's resolutions are not my jam. One year, probably when I was especially enjoying the drinks at the party, I declared my intention to run a 10k. One especially lovely party-goer, who herself had run a…