Last-time lessons

AS SOMETHING of a sentimentalist, the past couple weeks I have spent a fair amount of time sniffing back the tears as I have gone about…

A seat on the bus

WHILE ONLINE THE other day, I came across an old photo that brought back all the insecurities and uncertainties of my teenage years. There I was,…

A living translation

ONE OF THE many things I loved about living in Amsterdam for several years was learning the language, to a degree, and discovering how some English…

A face at the window

WHEN I SET out to write about street children, many years ago, I felt prompted to read Charles Dickens’ classic Oliver Twist, the first book to…

A killer sermon

THE APOSTLE PAUL and I have at least one thing in common. No, nothing from the list of his impressive credentials. Rather, we both put someone…