As a Christian, I feel called to live like Christ, which means to try to be good and kind, loving others as Christ has loved me. But as a white person, I am part of a larger history that is not good. Not kind. Not loving.

Parkland, Florida. To those of us living in northern climes, the name might evoke images of winter warmth and sunshine. But not any more. Since the afternoon of February 14, Parkland has become the latest in a litany of communities scarred by school shootings.

“I serve a congregation in an all-white town. The nearest city is an hour’s drive away,” he said. “How do I get my people to actually feel for people of other races?”

Over the past several months our society has experienced a monumental shift in the treatment of women—particularly in regard to how they are treated by men in power.

I am frequently invited to sign a declaration on some topic of public concern.

There isn’t really any way to prepare one’s heart for a horrific tragedy.

Back in the South African apartheid era, I helped organize anti-apartheid efforts in our local community in Michigan.

A friend recently asked me, “Is Reformed theology for black people?”

In the recent high-profile cases of film studio executive Harvey Weinstein and other men in high-profile positions,

The tone of my own encounters with North Koreans was quite different when I visited there six years ago.

Last weekend, as I watched the terrible scenes from Charlottesville, Va., my heart was deeply troubled,

Over the weekend of August 11-12 in Charlottesville, Va., violence broke out at a rally protesting the removal of a statue

As a preacher, I felt a bit awkward walking into Calgary’s Victoria Park CrossFit gym that morning.

Back in my roaring twenties, I used to volunteer with something called the Committee for Contact with the Government (CCG).

During a rally for Facebook users last month, Mark Zuckerberg laid out his dreams for the future of his social media behemoth.

If I had to write a newspaper headline for Synod 2017 it would read “Tectonic fault lines in culture tear at Western Civilization.

Once a year in the Netherlands, joggers in the park stop running for two minutes.

Here is a poem that I learned at an evangelical “Bible camp”

David Hoekema and I served on the same synodical committee on War and Peace.

I got to thinking about the profound meaning of mission.