The journey of grief is arduous. It is exhausting, seems never-ending, and is filled with anguish and suffering.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

When I first began writing this article, I had a specific person in mind—someone whose behavior was extremely . . . inspiring.

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

I think tonight I found some Magi.

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

I’m scared because of the diagnosis the doctor gave me. I’m scared because I lost my job.

Who is Jesus to you? I’m not nosy, just curious.

It began on a long wooden pew.

Pastor Stu’s first clue that it might be a long Monday came in an e-mail from Jane, one of the deacons at Friendly CRC.

Is it wrong to be proud of the Christian Reformed Church?

For years, like any responsible Christian parent, I prayed daily for my two children, Aubrey and Aaron.

Riding in the car with my mother, I learned at least one thing—she did not want me to die.

“Nathaniel Van Denend is fasting from Facebook. See you when the Son comes up.”

Last year Rev.

The Bible is full of examples of people who had mentors in their walk of faith. Paul mentored Timothy. Moses mentored Joshua.

It's 6:30 a.m.—another school day in our household.

"I am a beautiful, much-loved child of God.” How difficult it really is to say those words.

I’m 25 and I’m not married. I’m fine with that.

In the midst of the busyness and noise of life, do you find it hard to stop and listen to God?

A few years ago my church went through a vigorous and drawn-out debate over whether or not we should serve fair-trade coffee.

The first New Year’s Eve I stayed up to watch the ball drop in Times Square, the anticipation was electric.

Christmas is one of my favorite times of the year.