Almost forty years ago, we went to the very same church, the very same building, that is, except it…
James C. SchaapJune 30, 2012
Rained here Saturday night. My father-in-law's little gauge--the old farmer in him couldn't really live without one--registered three-quarters of an…
James C. SchaapMay 31, 2012
Just a week or so ago, Frederick Manfred would have celebrated his 100th birthday, had he lived. He didn't. He died…
James C. SchaapMay 17, 2012
Of its origins, I'm not quite sure--some freak shop in Old Town, Chicago, circa 1968. I remember being with my…
James C. SchaapMay 3, 2012
I was born in 1948, but it took me a while to understand the world into which I was, that…
James C. SchaapApril 20, 2012
I envy monastics--sometimes. I envy their intent to zero in on the Christian faith, to delete every iota of worldly…
James C. SchaapApril 6, 2012
Our lindens are just about the tallest trees in town, I swear. And there he was, high up top,…
James C. SchaapMarch 23, 2012
Maybe a good teacher could have tried it, some whirling dervish with Obama’s eloquence, Solomon’s wisdom, and Tina Fay’s comic…
James C. SchaapMarch 8, 2012
". . .to the great God, nothing is little. . ." You know?--I really ought to imprint that line on…
James C. SchaapFebruary 24, 2012
