Tag: God
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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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The Age of Aquarius
Read More: The Age of AquariusThe Middledom Manifesto: This is where I stand, neither to the left or to the right, but feet feeling their way through the middle, between the past and the future, between the good and the bad, between certainty and doubt.
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Our Story
Read More: Our StoryTo all family and friends and communities of Herman and Stiny de Jong, and of son Henry, Wendy and Jovita we wish you a blessed Christmas in 2025, and offer to you some Christmas stories that were gifted to us by Herman and Stiny.
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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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November
Read More: NovemberThe road between Orangeville and Listowel stretched ahead of me, endlessly. A fine drizzle obscured
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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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Wilderness Windows
Read More: Wilderness WindowsI 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…
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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