In 2005 synod (the annual leadership convention of the Christian Reformed Church) asked the CRC’s Board of Trustees to appoint a co

Some stories don’t end. They just stop. I don’t like those. A sad ending’s fine.

How do we keep love from petrifying into law?

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There are only so many times you want to tell yourself a blatant lie. There are only so many times you want to fall for such a lie.

“Santa” was good to me last Christmas (see editorial, Dec. ’06 issue). I got goats for HIV/AIDS orphans in Africa.

The year of celebrating the 150th birthday of the Christian Reformed Church is drawing to a close.

Last month I promised to answer the most frequently asked question readers sent in on the bounce-back cards to our very successful (thank

Dad could be such a zeurpiet (ZUR-peet). I don’t know how else to describe it.

In 2005 the annual leadership convention of our denomination, synod, challenged Christian Reformed congregations to make faith nurture, o

I have a confession to make. I just broke a cardinal rule of being a Banner editor.

I just sat—and I do mean sat (and sat, and sat)—through my 15th synod (the annual weeklong leadership meeting of the Christia

After a trying move (and whining to you about it) I should tell you that I’m having fun wearing my two hats (see author ID below).

Imagine the joy of the early Christians as the outpouring of God’s Holy Spirit made the church grow by leaps and bounds.

Our planet is very, very sick. It’s running a nasty fever that will spike much higher before we can reverse it.

I’VE GROUSED BEFORE ABOUT DUMB THINGS WE SAY AT FUNERALS:

HERE’S HOW IT USED TO BE:

Scripture is infallible. my interpretation of it is not. Yours isn’t either.

HOW ARE YOU? I am fine (better than last month). Is it cold up there at the North Pole? I bet you worry about global warming.

I’m not happy. I’m strung out. Thats’s not me.

How do we deal appropriately with a sister denomination about which we have concerns (see “Don’t Turn Away,” p.

Joking apart, my wife, Margo, and I have accepted a call extended by West End Christian Reformed Church in Edmonton, Alberta.

The news report on my car radio announced that the towers had fallen and that there was further mayhem at the Pentagon.