OK, so it’s not as important as sending a letter to or on behalf of persecuted people (you read the editorial, didn’t you?),

Last December I invited Banner readers to join me in placing just a single item on our Christmas wish list: a goat.

We were out of town. Not long. Five days. But when we returned, the restaurant near the corner was gone. It disappeared! Like magic!

Quite a few sick listed in the bulletin this morning. I’ll say a prayer for each one.

For thousands of years, people all over the world have celebrated harvesttime.

You’ve heard (or asked) the question a thousand times in a thousand forms: Is something good, or is it bad?

Q. You said it’s not necessary for a creationist to believe in a young earth (August Banner, p.

A few years ago I was driving along, daydreaming and only half listening to Garrison Keillor’s “Writer’s Almanac”

If Rev. Wayne Brouwer’s meaty “nutshell” (“Reformation: A Short History,” Oct.

We cowered at the deafening sound of crippled airplanes
and metal fragments crashing to earth.

So what’s caught your funny bone lately?

Nature flicks rarely pierce our souls. But that’s what March of the Penguins did to me.

My teeth were cleaned and flossed, and I was out of the dentist’s chair. No cavities. Good feeling.

Learning to talk is one of life’s great miracles.

Have you heard berries screaming for attention or seen bees tucking themselves into bed lately?

Q. God says, “Do not kill,” but soldiers aretrained to do that.

C. S. Lewis taught many people many things, but he couldn’t teach his own dog to fetch a bone.

This column is devoted to enjoying some of the rich diversity God has blessed us with in the CRC.

Choosing Schools

Regarding the two articles about why parents chose Christian or public schools for their children

My father was a missionary educator whose work influenced government as well as mission schools in what is now Zimbabwe.

When I got home last night my wife demanded that we go out to some place really expensive.

Sigh. A call from a Cadet counselor bugs me.

Also known as “the manse.” I lived in three of them—church-owned housing. What a joy! No taxes to pay. No repairs.