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Tom Boogaart

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Denial of Death

When I was still a relatively young professor, I played on the seminary basketball team. In the second game of the season, I planted my left foot and made a hard cut toward the basket. My foot slipped on a…
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Invaders at the Border

A few years ago, a woman from West Michigan, Rachel, traveled to southern Mexico in order to teach music and English in the tiny village of Berriozabal, not far from the larger but hardly better known village of Tuxtle. The…
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I Pledge Allegiance to the Flag

By Tom Boogaart I am coming to the end of a long teaching career at Western Theological Seminary and beginning to sort through the piles of notes, lectures, sermons, and essays that have accumulated over the years, much of the…
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Falling Into the Earth

By Tom Boogaart In chapter 12 of the Gospel of John, Jesus announces, “The hour has come...” (23), and with these words the focus of the Gospel shifts. Knowing that his hour of death is near, Jesus turns his attention to…
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The Vulnerable God

by Tom Boogaart In late November my wife Judy and I took our three young granddaughters on a walk, and we passed by a crèche that had been set up in a park near our cottage. It consisted of large,…
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Advent and The Lord’s Suppper

By Tom Boogaart A few years ago, an historic Reformed Church was celebrating its sesquicentennial and inviting various people to come and talk about the history and future of the Reformed tradition. I was invited to talk about the sacrament…
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Advent and Rhododendrons

By Tom Boogaart My house once had a carefully designed garden. Azaleas, rhododendrons, hostas, a dogwood tree, a rose of Sharon bush, and evergreen shrubs, all in appropriate places. When my wife Judy and I bought the house, however, the garden…
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All Advent, All the Time

By Tom Boogaart Both of my parents died in late winter of this year, and we committed their bodies to the ground: a real committal service. No hiding the hole in the ground and no covering the dirt with green astro-turf,…
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Drama on College Street

by Tom Boogaart The street that links my house and Western Seminary is called College. For thirty years now I have walked it up and down. I know each crack in the sidewalk. I’ve watched cement being poured for driveways,…