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Of a Different Kind….

Nola had looked forward to the end of the chilly winter half way into her first year of marriage.  Therefore she was glad that she and her husband were going to spend some early Springtime days with a former school friend and her husband, who owned a luxurious beach house. What a pity neither of […]

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Living Below the Mason-Dixon Line

It’s a Friday afternoon here in Georgia – about 3:15 or so.  School is finally out for the day.  And all the teachers are breathing sighs of relief.  No doubt that’s pretty much the way things are where you are also.  However, some things are definitely different and I thought I’d fill you in on […]

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Creation

God’s creation so fine and true As the sky so fair and blue A bird in the sky you see God gave this creation to undeserving me.

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God’s Creation

When I think of God’s creation, I think of pure, gentle, streams, Graceful swans and their young swim, Thin, tall green trees of all sorts, But most of all, without fail, I think of our wonderful God, Who created each and every detail.

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Editor’s Notes – February 1991

The Young People’s Convention speech by Rev. Barry Gritters is provided in this issue.  “The Permanence of Love” (or: “Love Lasts”) brings to our hearts the knowledge that the permanence of God’s love for us is a ground for the assurance of eternal life which is part of our Reformed faith.  God’s love enables us […]

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The Snares of Satan

One of the most effective means of teaching another the inherent power of an object is by means of a demonstration.  It is difficult, if not impossible, to fully comprehend the destructive power of an AK-47 assault rifle by mere verbal description alone.  However, if this weapon were demonstrated for you, then you would not […]

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In Beloved Memory of Katie Brummel

(October 9, 1989 – April 2, 1990)   There’s a highchair in the corner With a bib on the back There’s a spoon in the drawer And a diaper bag in that room.   All these have and never will be used again For she died. I cried when I heard she’d never be here […]

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