The political swing in this province, this country – even in our little hamlet of Inglewood – has been staggering.

I keep looking into their faces to understand the mystery. Surely a clue lays in the wrinkles under their eyes, their rosy cheeks

Our family recently arrived back home to Rotterdam after some four weeks on the road. “The road” was France and Italy. Our home was...

I’m having a dream but it isn’t like Martin Luther King’s. I think I’m in a gym taking an exam with hundreds of other students.

In the past week we’ve been strolling through the ancient cities of Dordrecht, Oude Beijerland, Buren and, the biggie, Amsterdam.

How does one reside in a ministry setting for nine weeks, to participate and to observe?

After two weeks in the land of the Dutch, one can’t help but evaluate and compare cultural distinctions. It’s inevitable.

It was a mere whisper, but it swished around at the bottom of our stomachs like Campbell’s soup and had reverberated up into our chests.