Ad-in
My grippy polyester strings bite deep into the fuzz, sending it on an arc toward the far side of the service box.
Klaas Walhout graduated from Calvin in 2016 with majors in philosophy and religion. After five years on the East Coast, he now lives in Grand Rapids, where he spends his days (and sometimes nights) working as a hospital chaplain.
What Does the HSR Mean by “Confessional”?
When it comes to a moment like the one in which the CRC finds itself, semantics matter.
Notes on Prayer
When I did pray, I felt like a stranger knocking at the front door of a former friend.
Palm Sunday, 8:40 am Service
As for the people in the crowd who shouted “Hosanna” only to have their hopes dashed? Maybe they were confused. And maybe their confusion turned into disappointment, and their disappointment into anger.
Excerpt from a Sermon on the Transfiguration
This passage is not just about presence but also about the absence that is to come. What the disciples will miss.
When I Was a Critic
On the other hand, I wanted to adapt to the pandemic by becoming one with my couch.
Album Review: I Don’t Live Here Anymore
Spending hundreds of hours in the studio, fine-tuning and unapologetically reserving final say in every creative decision, Granduciel is known as an obsessive.
“Baseball” Redux
The N.F.L. season was just beginning, and Caesars was on the offense.
The Case of Novak Djokovic
While much of the tennis world has been telling a story with Djokovic cast as the villain, he has quietly been writing his own.
On Summer Baseball
The pace of the game, a deterrent to some, feels to me like the perfect match for a slow summer night.
Roger and Me
We kept walking and eventually heard the faint sound of a practice session coming from a small side court with bleacher seating.
Review: Philly D.A. on PBS
The viewer is given a picture of a lifelong activist who is as filled as ever with righteous fury. But now, Krasner has tasked himself with changing “the system” from within.
Final Rest
We sat in silence, listening only to the low hum of the oxygen machine.
Monsters & Demons
But as we confront others’ disbelief in our monsters, let us remember the existence of demons, too.
Slouching Towards Lent
In a life where fasting is underutilized, one forty-day stint is not going to make a big difference.
Note to Self: The Apocalypse Will Not Be Televised
This question’s companion is more straightforward: “Is this the end of America?”
Finding the Words
And so a gulf remains. There are parts of her I simply cannot know.
Lumi(Ne)scent: A Tribute to Neon
Neon, the element named for the concept of novelty itself, is now hanging onto its public relevance by a thread of nostalgia.
What Springsteen Means to Me
I sense that his lyrics’ timeless status in rock history owes partly to the fact that they’re sung with such raspy lust for a better world.
Choosing My Confessions
Perhaps confession has more to do with vulnerability and emergency than with orthodoxy and tradition.
Inside the Lines
Recently, I have been asked more and more to pray outside of the rooms of patients who are very sick with the coronavirus.
