Being a Campus Christian in Holland: A Hebraic Studies Student’s Story
I halted, somehow contacting the pavement despite my lofty bike seat, and stared into the darkness, wondering. Does that woodenContinue Reading
I halted, somehow contacting the pavement despite my lofty bike seat, and stared into the darkness, wondering. Does that woodenContinue Reading
“You can borrow this bike,” offered my host, a friend of a contact of a friend of a friend ofContinue Reading
I might look ridiculous, I smiled to myself, but kept running. Perhaps never in the little village’s long history hadContinue Reading
I perched on the wooden sled, its runners already half-buried in wet alpine snow, and gazed down the mountain. WhatContinue Reading



