In his house if you say that you don’t believe in Santa you don’t get any presents!

“Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem and cry out to her….” Advent is the…

Every evening I watch for this eastern cottontail. She lives, I think, deep inside the brush pile at the edge…

When I was a young girl, and my dad was my pastor and my mom sang in the choir, my…

In this very moment, everything is changing. The challenge and the call is to inhabit this time. I mustn’t be…

Go tell John what you hear and see. The blind receive their sight. The poor have good news brought to…

The first blogpost I ever wrote for the Reformed Journal blog was about the Flint water crisis. It ended with…

As I mulled over these things this weekend I couldn't help but think that perhaps one of the roles of…

This past Saturday my colleague Deb Rienstra had an excellent reflection on a different way to observe Advent from the…

Half-an-ounce of feather, flesh, and hollow bone, a chickadee in your palm would feel like the weight of two nickels.