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November 28, 2025

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Prison of Depression

A Prelude to Advent

by Herman de Jong

November 28, 2025
Prison of Depression
by Herman de Jong

I cannot pray, my Lord, I cannot pray… I locked the door to you and cannot find the key to open it.

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by Herman de Jong

November 21, 2025
November
by Herman de Jong

The road between Orangeville and Listowel stretched ahead of me, endlessly. A fine drizzle obscured

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November 7, 2025
My Father
by Herman de Jong

Times were different then. Workers at farms and factories did not earn much and there were few social services. In the depression era, farmers could barely keep their heads above water.

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October 31, 2025
Have Mercy on Us
by Herman de Jong

Have mercy on us, O Lord, when, with a great artillery of suspicious, black-and-white, theological wordplay, we gloss over the precious precedent of your long suffering and mankind’s.

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October 17, 2025
Cupido
by Herman de Jong

A tale of deconstruction: He is alone. The dyke is still wrapped in morning mist and the sheep that keep looming up are standing motionless, except for one pleading lamb

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Recent Posts

by Henry J. de Jong

Patriarchy (11/14/2025) Patriarchy has been a problem, not because it’s some grand conspiracy, but because of a lack of good will.
Wilderness Windows (10/24/2025) I like to imagine what it was like then — my neighbourhood, or ravine-riven Toronto, or the Sarnia savannah. It would be nice, just once, to hike through old woods from the lake shore to the escarpment or High Park to Forest Hill, or along the beach from Centennial to Bright’s Grove, and see nothing…
Nikolaikirche (10/14/2025) Nicholai Church in Leipzig was the beating heart of East Germany’s Monday demonstrations that led to the fall of the Berlin wall in 1989 some 36 years ago
Vennekerk 2023 (4/25/2025) This is the story of our van der Laan reunion worship service, the summer of 2023, in the now abandoned Vennekerk, the church where my parents came of age.
Another Good Friday (4/18/2025) Herman de Jong’s prose story of “A Good Friday” has been with me for as long as he’s been gone — twenty-one years now. I wish I had known it before then, just as I wish I could have talked to him about it.
Welcome to Middledom (2/25/2025) I’ve committed to buckling down for a while to translate and reissue the collected works of Herman de Jong in an accessible format and adding in what family histories I have.
I am Indigenous (6/16/2024) The parallels between indigenous peoples, like those from Canada or northern Holland, are significant.
City on a Hill (4/11/2024) I can never relive the experience of Amiens Cathedral, even after all the time I spent in its cavernous space that summer of 2023.
Full Circle (4/28/2023) My father had no idea of his Reformed lineage; that his granddaughter would become a pastor and that he had generations of ‘dominees’ in his family.
Young and Old Alike (8/10/2020) It was 50 years ago this month that the Institute for Christian Studies (ICS) held its first Family Conference in Niagara, Ontario, on the August long weekend.

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Dina ~ Harm : Laura ~ Justin
by Harm van der Laan

On the occasion of Justin & Laura’s wedding, July 5, 2025, we remember Harm & Dina’s marriage 91 years ago.

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May 2, 2025
World War II
by Harry van der Laan

On the eightieth anniversary of the Liberation of the Netherlands, Harry van der Laan looks back with the eyes of a child.

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Second World War: 1939-1945
by Cornelis de Jong

In September 1939 the second World War started. I remember that many people were recruited for the army, the number of unemployed started to decline sharply and the economy picked up so at first we didn’t worry much about the war. We were confident that Holland could stay out of the war. I remember there […]

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Poems and Prose

by Herman de Jong

Sunday Morning

sit still! how could i have sat still
when all the colours of the rainbow
quite unexpectedly began to
wiggle through the church?

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Birds

birds are endlessly busy in their unlimited sky theirs is a bit of the Kingdom no limits
no subdivisions no wind strong enough
to catch their wings in a downward spiral

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