Tag: Canada
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2014 – Wolf Lake
Read More: 2014 – Wolf LakeOur repeat visit to Wolf Lake afforded us a pleasurable measure of security and anticipation. We were not disappointed, and we might even do
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2013 – Charleston Lake
Read More: 2013 – Charleston LakeThis trip would not have been a good introduction to canoe camping, or even camping. Not that we experienced any disasters, but the weather
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2012 – Wolf Lake
Read More: 2012 – Wolf LakeThis canoe camping trip to Wolf Lake, for the weather and the location, still stands out in our memories as the best
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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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The Great Voice
Read More: The Great VoiceAnd as I stood in front of the cabin, the thought suddenly occurred to me that this is where Jesus was born a couple of days ago. I knew it. It had to be.
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Patriarchy
Read More: PatriarchyPatriarchy has been a problem, not because it’s some grand conspiracy, but because of a lack of good will.
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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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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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Covenant
Read More: CovenantHenry and Wendy de Jong moved into the Niagara Peninsula in April, 1984, joining Trinity CRC, where Henry’s parents, Herman and Stiny, were members. Their first child, Michael was born that September, to be followed by Jovita (1986) and Laura (1991). The three children all went through Calvin and Beacon schools. Michael went on to…
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Mr. Joosse – 1955
Read More: Mr. Joosse – 1955he was a stalwart man fierce eyes under bushy brows. here a foot there a foot as if the zeeland clay still stuck to his wooden clogs