by Kate Kooyman So here’s the truth: I have really ugly feet. I have a vivid memory of my dad…
Kate KooymanApril 13, 2017
Like many churches, mine is hosting services throughout this Holy Week. On Monday, I was asked to start off the proceedings…
Jennifer L. HolbergApril 12, 2017
Rocky Figueroa was the coolest guy in my junior high. He had long, shiny black hair. His body was developed…
Steve Mathonnet-VanderWellApril 11, 2017
by Scott Culpepper Arthur Conan Doyle was done. In December 1893, he finally disposed of the burden that had dogged…
Scott CulpepperApril 10, 2017
by Trygve Johnson Three weeks ago Friday I am walking from my study at the Kepple House towards Dimnett Chapel.…
Trygve JohnsonApril 9, 2017
“Where did you come from? How did you get here? Who paid?” March 18, 2017 In order to put the…
Debra RienstraApril 7, 2017
During my college years, the highest I ever rose on my summer job was about five feet off the ground…
James C. SchaapApril 7, 2017
At a certain moment in middle age you realize that the old nursery rhyme “Not by the hair of my…
Sarina Gruver MooreApril 6, 2017
One of the pleasures I have is that I travel as a public theologian to different conferences and preach and…
Jes KastApril 5, 2017
