A letter to watch over you
I was baptized as infant in a white clapboard church in the rural Canadian Rocky Mountains. The week before I received the..
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The church speaks in tongues
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Two letters to a middle school youth group of years past
Editor’s note: Andrew Taylor-Troutman’s article on narrative medicine appeared in our recent issue on cancer (and is online here). Before seminary, he..
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