Heresy in the Heartland

And having food and raiment let us be therewith content. Scene from the film "Babette's Feast" Funny how our senses...

Continued from Chapter 5: Cognitive Dissonance In the summer, I went away to a real university to study linguistics with Wycliffe Bible...

Continued from Chapter 2: Musical Chairs . I didn't know about panic attacks yet. I only knew I hated the feelings that preceded w...

My family looked like everyone else when I was little. Mom liked to be comfortable so she wore jeans a lot, but she also sewed her own dres...

I have to love Shalom Auslander. His memoir Foreskin's Lament  is poignant, amusing, daring, and unsettling. One minute it made me gigg...

Elisabeth Elliot was my invisible mentor for many, many years. I found Shadow of the Almighty, The Journals of Jim Elliot,  and Passion and...

1987. A warm day in early September. The Tom's Food Market parking lot in Acme, MI. Five kids and their parents in a red Suburban, all ...

I took the bus to Willow Hill Elementary for kindergarten and first grade. At recess my friends and I would play hopscotch, jump rope, e...

I usually enter the library on a mission, but occasionally I browse the shelves or the computer catalog. That's how I came across this...

With St. Valentine's Day around the corner, this beautiful article  by Maren Stephenson is perfect for Testimony Tuesday: "When...

It's Testimony Tuesday! From  Confessions of an Evangelical Atheist : Of course, while studying chemistry, I learned that there i...

Came across an old piece today. Something I wrote nearly three years ago. Decided to stick it up here as a point of reference. Those who gr...