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Kate Kooyman

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Limitless

“What would it mean for Christians to give up that little piece of the American Dream that says, ‘You are limitless’? Everything is not possible. The mighty Kingdom of God is not yet here. What if rich did not have…
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It’s Alright, I Could Be Wrong.

My most anxiety-inducing assignment while in seminary was leading chapel. Students, still in the learning stages of grasping Reformed theology, took turns preaching a sermon to a room full of experts on the subject: their professors. We called it “worship,”…
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Where are the refugees?

In 1975, the White House was occupied by a man from Grand Rapids, Michigan, and the capital of South Vietnam fell to the control of the opposition. A crisis was faced: hundreds of thousands of people, some of whom were…
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I don’t want a hero

I went to a funeral this week -- the best kind of funeral, where you laugh while you’re sopping up the tears that are gathering under your chin. It was the kind of funeral that stops you in your tracks,…
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Triumph

I heard that Donald Trump wants a massive military parade. I preached a sermon once, for Palm Sunday, about a military parade. I’d had my mind blown by reading some history of the military culture of the place where Jesus…
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Call it a Family Reunion

By Kate Kooyman Today I got to hold a baby who was less than a day old. I got to watch big sister look with pride and a little suspicion, the first glances of a life-long relationship. I got to…
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Forbid me to close my eyes

By Kate Kooyman I woke up in a panic last night, smelling smoke. I read once about how house fires can start in your chimney if you live in an old house, even days after you have a fire in…
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Politics of Fear

by Kate Kooyman We’re doing a little craft after dinner during Advent -- I read parts of the story of Jesus’s birth, and then my kids work on painting a rock with a different character from the story each night.…
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An Uncovering

by Kate Kooyman I remember a moment, after the election, when a preacher I respect a great deal called this moment we are living through an “apocalypse,” which named and settled something within me that felt adrift and undefined. I…
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Stop Saying Thank You.

by Kate Kooyman When I was in the hospital, the day my first baby was born, news had just broken of the earthquake in Haiti. I remember deliriously watching the footage, unsure how to navigate the awareness that my exhausted…