When I was a child our family faithfully worshiped at a local Christian Reformed church.

Words of uncertainty spill from Peter’s lips: “I’m going out to fish” (John 21:3).

Our star, the sun, pours forth immense energy.

Iona stewart’s first encounter with the Christian Reformed Church was a service at Second CRC Brampton, Ontario, to which a friend

What most attracts you to the Bible and what most repels you?

This year the Christian Reformed Church in North America celebrates 150 years of ministry.

Two contrasting recent articles in The Banner touch on divine providence (“Is God Responsible?” by Daniel Boerman, August 200

THE ROAD VICTOR KO, age 39, traveled to the Christian Reformed Church was unusual, but one on which he now recognizes the Spirit’s

If you’re a black member of the Christian Reformed Church, you probably know what an identity crisis is all about.

For almost 100 years, until the founding of the state of Israel in 1948, Christian Zionists graciously endured the derision of mainline P

As Bob De Moor points out in his editorial, halting discussion about women’s participation in the leadership of the church does

Sunday mornings can be the low point in a kid’s week.

Christmas is first of all about Jesus.

I awoke before dawn in southern Sudan to what I thought was the sound of a rooster crowing.

IN DECEMBER when I leave for work the mornings are dark as the days slowly tick off to the 21st, the winter solstice.

When the Heidelberg Catechism first appeared in 1563, few would have guessed it was destined for greatness.

In 1987 we spent two weeks of cultural orientation living in an empty
hut in a Fulani village in Mali.

WEARY OF MY MEAGER PRAYER LIFE, needing to know God in a new way, I signed up for an eight-day silent prayer retreat during a recent sabb

In his engaging book Calvinism in the Las Vegas Airport, Richard Mouw recalls that in the movie Hardcore, Jake tries to explain to Niki,

Would the outcome have been different had delegates heard this plea?

Recently I had the privilege of turning over my work in Niger to my Nigerien counterpart, Harouna Issaka.

When I was a kid lying on our shag carpet, watching “The Brady Bunch” or “The Flintstones,” the world of media wa

Growing up, I cannot recall a time I got into a car with my father that he didn’t recite this short prayer in Arabic before departi