Come January, what you've got to work with here is a snowy quilt, occasional azure up above, dusky grasses the…
James C. SchaapJanuary 20, 2023
'Twas in the moon of winter-timeWhen all the birds had fled, That mighty Gitchi ManitouSent angel choirs instead;Before their light the…
James C. SchaapDecember 23, 2022
"You ought to see it--it's right there on your way home. Just turn right, into Dakota City. Watch for the…
James C. SchaapDecember 9, 2022
First-rate speakers, dramatists, musicians, and a big tent. Part revival, with a little Barnum and Bailey, it stirred up the…
James C. SchaapNovember 25, 2022
Three things about my grandparents' grave you may miss unless I point them out. The first is my bottom half,…
James C. SchaapNovember 18, 2022
There were littler ones, babies even, hard as that is to consider. It looks to me as if the lineup…
James C. SchaapNovember 4, 2022
In her illustrious family, Rosalie couldn't help but feel crowded out. I mean, her siblings were a "who's who" of…
James C. SchaapOctober 21, 2022
David Couldn't be more different, I suppose. In Rome’s famous Borgese Galleries’ Gian Lorenzo Bernini's David is an immensely commanding presence…
James C. SchaapSeptember 30, 2022
I am not a theologian on this blog, or a pastor. I have no authority to say this, but I…
James C. SchaapSeptember 16, 2022
