You will spend multiple days sitting in the same chair while you discuss, debate, and sometimes exchange heated words over a variety of proposals.

This saying is not in the Bible.

How does that happen? How does something wrong become so familiar that we stop giving it a second thought?

We came home that day, and in a few hours the nurse called us and gave us the worst news possible.

It was a powerful lesson to me on the love of community and walking alongside one another as we face a difficult problem.

Stepping through the doors of Calvin’s Fine Arts Center this week for the Wisdom in Faith and AI conference felt a bit like crossing the threshold of the Roman Coliseum.

It is an avenue that gives space to slow down, spend time in creation, and find connection with God.

At the furthest boundaries of science, everyone relies on a form of faith.

There is not a single place on Earth that is completely void of sound.

There might be no greater test of a parent’s faith than watching a child choose a path different from the one the parent had hoped and prayed he would take.

G.M. Gilbert, a psychologist at the Nuremberg War Crimes trial, said, “Evil is the lack of empathy.”

Recent years in our Christian Reformed denomination have brought the fights. Yet not all fights are good conflicts.

As part of my sabbatical, I was blessed with the opportunity to travel to Spain and walk the Camino de Santiago—the Way of Saint James.

Whatever reasons are given for not going to church, it leaves us with the uncomfortable question: can someone be a Christian while deliberately staying away from Christ’s church?

The fact is I’ve carried those memories, as well as their resulting shame and regret, my whole life.

More than a year ago now, I wrote a column for The Banner about the ways my life was filling with uncertainty as the end of college inched closer every day.

As an Indigenous person I never want to give the impression that I’m saying that the sufferings of my people were worse than the sufferings that took place in other places.

The conversations weren't simply about overtures or Church Order. They revealed a denomination asking a deeper question: Who are we?

The first time I flew, I worried that plane to a safe landing.

As I drove the minivan home, I turned to my wife and said, “I think God is calling me to plant a church out here.”

The CRC came to that same fork and didn’t take the well-worn path.

God wants us to trust him more and more.

The daily technology we rely on is completely dependent upon physical laws that defy our basic human logic.