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James C. Schaap

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Memory

The town is growing, developments sprouting here and there, as what was once a sleepy village becomes more and more suburban Chattanooga. Traffic flows eagerly

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Delta Stories

What do I remember? The place was close enough to Vicksburg to visit the battlefield, which was primarily a siege of that Mississippi citadel Gen.

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Yancey on and at Grace

I read Philip Yancey’s What’s So Amazing About Grace? during a three-week stint I spent in Amsterdam. The end punctuation may well make the question rhetorical because

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“Ohio”

There’s much about it that’s mythical, that takes the music way beyond its own unique syncopation and opening guitar riffs into something so big that

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Mysteries at South Jordan

There may come a time when someone’s great-grandma discovers a dusty old day book some long-ago ancestor left behind, a broken mess of scribbled-in remnants

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In its own way

Come January, what you’ve got to work with here is a snowy quilt, occasional azure up above, dusky grasses the color of buffalo calves, and

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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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