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

We dropped our fishing rods and started shouting and pointing and dancing. We were caught in the middle of the light.

COVID found its way into my body last week for the first time (at least that I know of).  Probably…

The regrets I thought about were mostly not the result of things I said or did. What I regretted were…

The church is like a whale. In worship we breathe the air and loll on the surface. Our bodies are…

I watched the waves, just watched with no expectation. I saw rhythms and patterns form and then dissolve and then…

It's been a while since I've shared a prayer from my very talented friend and colleague, Jane Zwart. It seemed…

Why does “confessional status” feel more like a power play than a statement of core Christian identity? To give life-long,…