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James C. Schaap

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The Spakenburg Socks

We were in Spakenburg, the Netherlands, the whole Schaap family, because I wanted to see what that world looked like–I had to see it to

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The Huron Carol

‘Twas in the moon of winter-timeWhen all the birds had fled, That mighty Gitchi ManitouSent angel choirs instead;Before their light the stars grew dim,And wandering hunters

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Thanksgiving Queen

Three things about my grandparents’ grave you may miss unless I point them out. The first is my bottom half, in white shorts, so telling

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And a place for dreams

There were littler ones, babies even, hard as that is to consider. It looks to me as if the lineup in this proud old photo

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Rosalie Stayed Home

In her illustrious family, Rosalie couldn’t help but feel crowded out. I mean, her siblings were a “who’s who” of life among the Omaha in

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Grief and Hope, Hope and Grief

Couldn’t be more different, I suppose. In Rome’s famous Borgese Galleries’ Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s David is an immensely commanding presence that isn’t just to look at.

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Consideration

I am not a theologian on this blog, or a pastor. I have no authority to say this, but I think there’s a spiritual virtue

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