Category: Herman de Jong
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Groningers in New York
Read More: Groningers in New YorkI only come to New York once a year or so to visit my son David who’s an opera singer. Money he makes with computers — he’s really good at that. One fine morning there, about five years ago when I was still walking well, I went into Manhattan, alone. The Twin Towers were still…
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The Farmer Plows On
Read More: The Farmer Plows OnOn an early spring day, the fields spread out, glistening again. The wind is still chilly, with night temperatures around zero, but the sun is gaining strength
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Sunday Morning
Read More: Sunday Morningsit 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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Johan
Read More: Johanlast night who pops up in my head? johan slender little johan i wish we had grown up together
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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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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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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.