My Parkinson’s disease puts me in some unpredictable predicaments,
such as a new rigid prescription drug schedule
that

Finances

Q This economy is choking the life out of us.

How sad when we get caught in the commercial busyness trap of Christmas (“Sooooo Busy!” December 2009).

On Sunday mornings the community of First Christian Reformed Church, Vancouver, gathers to worship the triune God, Creator and Redeemer o

An epiphany is a burglary in progress.

A generations-old New Year’s tradition has the De Moors reading Psalm 91 right after the clock has struck 12 and the hugs have gone

One day when my daughter Azaeleah was 3 years old, she asked her dad, “Papa, was Joseph a shepherd?”

I think tonight I found some Magi.

Have you ever imagined what it would be like to be in Bethlehem on the first Christmas? Let’s try it.

A year or two ago, in late autumn, an advertisement appeared on one side of a double billboard near my home.

On a snow-covered hill, when I was in junior high, my life flashed before my eyes. In the brilliance, I caught a glimpse of God.

It seems amazing—and more than a little disheartening—to find that apparently no one has given thought to what seems like an

What? Christmas season again? Already? We just did that!

Prayers and Promises

Was the Reformation Necessary?

Thank you for the enlightening discussion “Was the Reformation Necessary?” (October

A new in-law was visiting and inquired about my writing progress.

Take a moment to think of your favorite Thanksgiving food fresh from the oven or steaming from the stove. How does it look?

Relationships

Q My parents wanted to give my husband and me an advance on our inheritance

In the editorial titled “Shoes” (June 2009), the editor of The Banner supports adding the Belhar Confession to the creeds and

It was an 80-degree Saturday in the beginning of May—unseasonably warm for Wisconsin—and I was stuck at work.

What good is navel gazing, beyond determining whether we have an “innie” or an “outie”?

I have a Picasso on my bedroom wall—a cheap print of a Picasso, that is.

A rabbi, a priest, and a minister walk into a bar, and the bartender looks up and says, “What is this, a joke?”