Caring for Animals

I was struck by Rev.

At a high school in Montana, a group of students played a prank. They let loose three goats in the school.

In his later years my dad became a bit hard of hearing.

Imagine that your neighbors have a wonderful garden. They grow all sorts of food, beautiful flowers, bushes, and trees.

Chaucer spelled my name mous. In Latin it is mus. The influence

New Reformed Body

The new Reformed body constitution (February, World News) reminds me of the signing of the United Religions Ini

The subject of this column’s previous article was the story of a young woman who grew up in a nondenominational church and subseque

Calling/Mission

Q Does God have a calling for people with disabilities, especially those

With the Amen this dog

knew her kingdom

had come. Scraps of fat,

burnt potatoes, beets,

everything proceeded

Christianity Today magazine has reported on a growing surge of interest in and attraction to the Reformed faith among North American evan

Mike went to a psychiatrist and said, “I’ve got problems. Every time I go to bed, I think there’s somebody under it.

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

Harry Potter Redux

To call the Harry Potter books “an excellent addition to children’s literature” because they

Depending on the year, Easter could be in March or April.

(True or False?)

Are people smarter than animals?

Our congregation in Pella, Iowa, went through a nasty split 10 years ago.

Finance

QDo I really need an estate plan? Aren’t they just for people with a lot of money?

The teacher in the book of Ecclesiastes says, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.”

Blessedness of Mourning

The Banner’s February cover story (“Blessed Are You Who Mourn”) suggests that in saying

Celindy would like to take her heritage to church.

“Ukrainians can! Koreans can! The Dutch can! Why not me?”

Eight-year-old Melody was lamenting the fact that once Christmas was over, the local church wouldn’t be bringing food to her house

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