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Peace Is A Flower

For many years, I have poured my heart into the work of peace — not as a distant ideal, but […]

For much of my life, I have had to deal with bullies and dishonest people who held positions over me.

In the year 2000, I was working with an HIV and AIDS prevention organization in Cambodia. The epidemic was accelerating,

“There is a Wine that flows from the vineyards of the Lord, Its sweetness aged in jars of clay, its

As a species, we have repeatedly acted on inherited prejudices, convincing ourselves that certain groups are somehow less human, less

The questions came early.They first surfaced in Mr. Timmer’s Sunday School class at Olivet Reformed Church in Grandville. I didn’t

For my 70th birthday, I flew from Cambodia to Bar Harbor, Maine, to see my dear friend Gail Gutrudt for

I wrote this poem while recovering from wounds at the Bethesda Naval Hospital in 1969. I was the last person

I haven’t thought about self-fulfilling prophecies for some time now, even though I have had my suspicions that many of

Here is just a simple poem that I keep somewhere close to me, just to remind myself not to get