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James Schaap

A Fifth Dimension

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,

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Harvey Dunn and the river rats

 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

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Mansions of glory

The shot is not sharp, but you get the picture.  That’s the ocean out there in the background, and the foreground is Laguna Beach.  The

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Zuni pueblo, circa 2310

  At least some of its features I could have guessed had I never opened the cover.  It’s plainly and unflinchingly Christian, for one, everything

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John Calvin’s birthday

My father never called himself a Calvinist, and neither did my mother, which is not to say that they weren’t.  If you would have asked

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Our pastor’s last Sunday

  Almost forty years ago, we went to the very same church, the very same building, that is, except it was, back then, a different

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The Studio

Way back when, I remember Richard Mouw once saying that the whole Christian world would be better off if we’d take seriously ye olde Sunday

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Moving Drama

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 inch, a healthy rain. In

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