Category: Herman de Jong
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Prison of Depression
Read More: Prison of DepressionI 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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Aleb and the Wise Man
Read More: Aleb and the Wise ManSo great was the knowledge of the wise men, so great their conviction, that it sank deep inside the heart of Aleb. He knew without a doubt that the wise men’s words were true
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November
Read More: NovemberThe road between Orangeville and Listowel stretched ahead of me, endlessly. A fine drizzle obscured
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Have Mercy on Us
Read More: Have Mercy on UsHave 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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Cupido
Read More: CupidoA 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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Wietse, Sietse and Casey
Read More: Wietse, Sietse and CaseyThis story is about three daddies and their firstborn babies. It happened at the first AACS Conference held at Niagara Christian College. It is better not to mention names.
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Fund Raising
Read More: Fund Raisingwe always gave . . . ach, ja . . .to so many good Christian causes. On New Year’s Day he’d get the shoebox and dump it all on the table . . . all the good Christian causes.
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Dirk Bult
Read More: Dirk BultOnce in Canada, Dirk Bult quickly climbed the social, church and Christian associations ladders. In all areas, he rose far above the average immigrant. His well-founded opinions were valued on the boards of Christian organizations. At church meetings, he tested the church council against the principles of the Reformed world view.
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A Royal Child
Read More: A Royal ChildI brought the conversation to the town gardens where I had first met her father and which we had both enjoyed for so long. But now, Jan Koning was finished.
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The Battery
Read More: The BatteryMy son said bluntly, Can’t you do that yourself? (a teensy-weensy bit belligerent, second generation trademark.)