Sophie’s Choice??
It’s in this way that I’d like to continue; a diverse Canadian CRC and preferably the whole of it, unencumbered by American polarization and domination, and free to continue as they were, ministering in their own contexts as best they can and letting things work out widely (Gamaliel like) in
I am Indigenous
Article in Christian Courier: The parallels between indigenous peoples, like those in Canada or northern Holland, are significant. Up until a century ago, most lived modest, simple lives. They were people of the land, in tune with nature. They were industrious, sophisticated (for their time and place) and spiritual. They
City on a Hill
Article in Reformed Journal: Try as I might, I cannot relive Amiens Cathedral. In spite of having spent time there last summer, loitering long within its cavernous space and taking a great many photos, the experience has receded to the realm of recollection — a meagre substitute for the real
Young and Old Alike – AACS/ICS family conferences
On the Square Inch website: For me, there’s a string of pearls stretching back from 1991 all the way to 1970. The first AACS (now ICS) August long weekend Family Conference was held in Niagara (Fort Erie) fifty years ago this summer. Along with the ever-increasing number of families taking
Teus de Jong Verhalen
Tijdens Henry en Wendy's reis door Europa deze zomer bezochten ze Oom Teus en Tante Pieta met Jaap en Aagie op weg naar Kasteel de Haar. Tijdens die koffietijd legde Henry de verhalen vast die Oom Teus vertelde over het leven op de boerderij in de beginjaren.
Herman and Stiny de Jong read stories
Once upon a time, I'm sure (though I have no memory of it), my mother and father read or told stories to me and my siblings. Probably every day. Whether they were from the bible or not, these stories pushed us to the frontiers of experience without at all endangering
Herman de Jong – Prose
Prose by Herman de Jong (1932 - 2004) - A set of six short prose poems on matters of faith.
Newmaker Notes
My life is richly hued and deeply textured. But the light comes and goes, and the details dry out or get roiled under, and the view is often lost to a host of distractions. Sometimes it's clear to see, the epiphany, in moments that I treasure, but more often it