Traveling Mercies
I’m not unaccustomed to traveling, but yesterday, like a thousand times before, I came up on a huge strip of truck tire, something peeled from
James C. Schaap
December 13, 2012
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I’m not unaccustomed to traveling, but yesterday, like a thousand times before, I came up on a huge strip of truck tire, something peeled from
It should come as no surprise that death creates some unlikely bedfellows. Up here, up the hill, sworn enemies share a morning pot of coffee.
News flash from CNN, just now read it when I opened my e-mail. “Winning numbers for the nearly 580 million Powerball jackpot are 5-23-16-22-29.
Sort of eerie is what it was. We came up over a hill and found it, just across the gravel from a sprawling field full
Mitt would count them in his column, I’m sure. After all, they certainly aren’t part of the 47% of us who leech off
She interrupted my sermon. . .but then, I’m not a preacher. I’m a teacher–or I was a teacher. When I stood before them in that little church
If you look closely here, in this single, little nook of the elegant, Victorian, and spirit-riddled Crescent Hotel, Eureka Springs, AK, you’ll see an arc,
The neighbors have that iconic Harvey Dunn (“The Prairie is My Garden”) up on their living room wall, bold and beautiful. Somehow, I’d almost forgotten
The older I get, the more vividly I come to understand that scowl on the face of both father and daughter in American Gothic, an
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