I heard recently about an area church that doesn’t sing. They don’t dislike music. There’s still a small band that plays music throughout the service.

The day of a cheese deliverer starts early in the Netherlands. At 5 a.m., on a quiet July morning twelve years ago, I was in

Last summer I made quite a few trips between Kitchener and Grand Haven, a five-hour drive. About two hours in I would start to feel

When I was I college, I lived for three years on the Honors Floor, an intentional living-learning floor in the dorms for students who were,

Last week at a funeral, the pastor spoke about how we might see God, how we can pay attention to God, in a world full

I would like the record to state that I am obsessed with the idea of a church dog, and I am very fond of Miss

When I was a kid, each summer we’d pack up our station wagon, hitch a cargo trailer to the back and load it up with

This weekend I read with some interest a series of articles responding to the idea of the historian as activist. This topic was taken up

I’m currently reading Becoming Mrs. Lewis, by Patti Callahan. It’s the story of how Joy Davidman came to know and develop a relationship with C.S.