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Obedience

“Obedience”, by Sietze Buning (a pseudonym used by Stanley Wiersma, late professor of English at Calvin College): Were my parents right or wrong not to mow the ripe oats that Sunday morning with the rainstorm threatening? I reminded them that … Continue reading

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“We have this treasure in earthen vessels” [Poetry]

I think it will survive—the tomato plant on our neighbors’ porch. The wind, the other day, pushed through our valley in mighty gusts, forcing over trees and fences, and devastating the work of the children of man. Our neighbors’ porch … Continue reading

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Unbelief, triumphed over. [Poetry]

I keep them all in a little black book now, where I write them down, when I see or I hear them; before, before I knew Truth, they came in, settled in, lived, multiplied their bastard children; swept out the … Continue reading

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The Church, Mediocrity, and Poetry

I have three short and unrelated things I want to point out today. 1. Timmy Brister notes that the local church needs to be the priority in today’s “Reformed, celebrity conference culture.” True that. A couple of months ago Laura … Continue reading

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Barnabas’ Lament

Barnabas’ Lament on the parting with Paul over John-Mark. O Paul! Paul, my dearest friend! Do you remember? How on that dusty road, the Christ, Arisen, came to you in glory? And you were saved and changed, And made a … Continue reading

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Hacksaws, Spankings, and a Splintered Spoon [Topic: Our Father]

At my small private elementary school they opened a “store” at Christmas-time. That way, we kids could buy gifts for our parents (with their own money of course) and surprise them with things like an all-in-one adjustable screwdriver or a … Continue reading

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That Spoon

My dad had never used that spoon before– it had a hole centered in its wooden bowl. My sister had done something wrong. “Now you’re going to get a spanking, sweetie, though it hurts me more than you.” So to … Continue reading

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