After a week of cold, grey skies, never-ending drizzle, and a bout of rather surprising hail, this past weekend the sun came out, the temperatures
At last [Sam] gasped: Gandalf! I thought you were dead! But then I thought I was dead myself. Is everything sad going to come untrue?
Somebody asked me a good question recently. “When you listen to sermons or read sermons, if you see things that need improving, what is usually
One historian described it as an expedition that seemed a “tedious march from one place to another made known to them by Indians and French
If I were to take a straw poll, I have a hunch most pastor friends of mine would prefer Good Friday to Easter, Advent to
Midterm elections are well under way in the US. Since Michigan allows anyone to vote absentee, I’ve already fed my completed ballot into the friendly
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
At Hotel Chequamegon, I pay the state rate, but ghosts stay for free. Off the lobby, the parlor faces north over Chequamegon Bay. A book-jacket
I have been absolutely wowed by the autumn colors this year. I know other years have been good, too, but for some reason, this year
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