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When finally we came to the place on the highway where he was killed, I realized neither of us knew exactly where it was–specifically, under
James Schaap
September 4, 2015
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When finally we came to the place on the highway where he was killed, I realized neither of us knew exactly where it was–specifically, under
The bottle of schnapps sits on the dining room sideboard prominently, displayed really, as special. My friend George made it, having shown me the process:
Have you lived by the ocean tide, the coming and the going of the power of the sea? Have you lived by the sun, rising
According to a recent New York Times article, those who hope that Donald Trump is a summertime flash-in-the-pan with no real foundation are deluding themselves.
by Brian Keepers When it was evening on that day, the first day of the week, and the doors of the house where the disciples
by David Pettit On these summer Sundays, I invite you to think about lives and what they have meant. To think not with a pietistic
For this fourth in a series on the five films I could watch forever, I get to talk about David Lean’s 1965 epic about Russia,
[Today’s post is written by Adam Navis.] I turned 36 this past Sunday. If you are reading this and you are under 36, then
by Kristin Kobes Du Mez Jennifer Holberg is away today. We welcome and thank guest blogger, Kristin Kobes Du Mez. Marie Kondo almost lost me