In this one ambiguous and conflicted world on a sunny afternoon, thoughts remain of two young birds, still learning somewhere,…
Jon PottAugust 25, 2022
Some years ago when Rob Bell was still pastor at the West Michigan megachurch Mars Hill, a few of my…
Scott HoezeeAugust 23, 2022
I was shaped by how my family viewed the world, their relationships with others, their curiosity and humour and love…
Kathryn VilelaAugust 22, 2022
Jesus Christ doesn’t call me to the mere upkeep of institutions—kinship, empire, family, religion, denomination, political party, whatever. He calls…
Trey TirpakAugust 21, 2022
Let not your heart be distracted by many things. There is a fullness that is emptiness, and an emptiness that…
Tom BoogaartAugust 20, 2022
At 96 years old, Frederick Buechner left this vale of tears and passed, as my Native friends might say, into…
James C. SchaapAugust 19, 2022
I am rebuilding a violin made in 1719 by a famous builder. I can spend hours in my garage meticulously…
Don TammingaAugust 18, 2022
My childhood church was really something. I can still hear that steeple bell calling the saints to worship.
Al SchipperAugust 17, 2022
The entire family is now gathered around Uncle Bill, singing along as he plays those old favorites on his accordion.
Steve Mathonnet-VanderWellAugust 16, 2022
