How can Christians celebrate Christmas without singing?! In my own congregation, in a survey seeking wisdom on whether, when and how to worship in person again, one person confessed, “I’m not a good singer, but that is what I miss the most.” That comment touched my heart. God loves to hear our praises, and our…
Our kids had endless fun this summer hurtling off cliffs into clear northern lakes, from rocks jutting out 10, 25, even 30 feet above the water.
On September 17-18, 1919, eight young men from Chicago and Michigan met to organize an organization we now know as Youth Unlimited. They sought to promote “the future maintenance of our Reformed life-view” and named themselves the American Federation of Reformed Young Men’s Societies (AFRYWS).
In the first paragraph of Nicholas Wolterstorff’s preface to In This World of Wonders, he admits his long reluctance to write about himself as a legacy of his southwest Minnesota Dutch immigrant community’s ethos of self-deprecation, “…[N]ever toot your own horn,” he writes.
There was a sign on the window stating the cathedral was closed that morning for trimming, but the man sold us tickets anyway. There would still be plenty to see, he said. Just follow the path and enjoy.
For quite a long time, we have known that the universe is expanding. The red light shift (a drop in value for light waves that are getting farther away, sort of like the drop in tone you hear as an ambulance passes you and the siren moves away) makes clear that galaxies are moving away from us.
This summer I was given the gift of a broken arm. It was a costly gift, and not one I would have asked for, but it was one that I needed. By no choice of my own, I was completely unproductive for several weeks. I kicked the habit of endlessly ticking tasks off my mental to-do list, at least for a while.
I watched a televised debate recently among 20 or so Democratic presidential candidates. As they engaged with the topic of immigration, Pete Buttigieg, the mayor of South Bend, Indiana, observed that “the Republican Party likes to cloak itself in the language of religion. . .
Jack’s knee replacement loomed large on the horizon. We scrambled to cover all the bases ahead of time, anticipating his six weeks of recovery as best we could. Plans for a quick vacation before the surgery morphed into mornings spent working, followed by afternoon motorcycle rides.
Hakuna Matata is back in the new Lion King movie, but with a twist. “It means no worries.” Why not? The twist is the discussion between Pumbaa and Timon about whether life is just a line ending at death.
I was just a toddler at the time, but many older people vividly remember huddling expectantly around a flickering black-and-white television as Neil Armstrong first stepped on the moon 50 years ago.
When I began writing Political Visions and Illusions in the mid 90s, communism had only recently come to an end in Europe and elsewhere, the 9/11 attacks still lay in the future, and Bill Clinton was in the White House.