In Iowa, during January, the nights are long and dark. If it isn’t below zero, I find myself enjoying the…

As darkness changesand the moon finds her grace-filled cycle, I wonder what will remain.We turn the page.Write the next chapter.Move…

Bruised from our traumas small and large, we wonder: did 2020 really end at that magic midnight minute when Thursday…

Maybe it was the little chapel she’d insisted on showing me, a place she thought any visit to the Northern…

What was the best book you read this year?  Mine was Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer. I listened to…

What to say at the end of this extraordinary year? So far, I’m most persuaded by the words of Clarke…

We’ve all heard so many jokes and cracks about 2020. It can't end too soon. And behind the jokes are…

On occasion my sermons take the form of “Tales from New Heidelberg” -- stories centered around Pastor Branderhorst and old…

In a previous post, I wrote about my conviction that the future of the church in on the margins. Referencing…

I forgot to buy a box of Queen Anne’s cordial cherries this year. I didn’t realize it until the week…