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Watching Daily At My Gates

May 21 Read John 11:1-6 Notice two things about this short passage of Scripture. First of all we see that sickness is for the glory of God. This may be a hard thing to understand; it certainly was for the disciples. Even though sickness came into the world as a consequence of sin, it serves […]

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Sunday Morning

The tulips sprang too soon, it seemed. an April blizzard buried them beneath eight inches of white. But yesterday’s wind banished the need for coverings, and the earth has dissolved hers, baring once again the brown grass before the penetrating gaze of the morning sun. A nd the tulips, seated in earthy pews, extend their pointed […]

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O Sing Ye, Hallelujah!

“Then sang Moses and the children of Israel this song unto the LORD, and spake, saying, I will sing unto the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously: the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea. The LORD is my strength and song, and he is become my salvation: he is my God, […]

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A God-given Leader In Richard Newhouse’s response to Herman Hoeksema’s “peccavi” (“I have erred”), “It took him forty years to admit he made a mistake, and then he did it in a language nobody can understand,” there was more than met the eye. The remark reflected the awareness of the members of the Protestant Reformed […]

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Ascension – Pentecost

Triumphant Easter, day of first-fruits, in which Christ arose as Victor over sin, death and the grave. Glorious ascension, for he went through the heavens to Father’s throne, where he was crowned with glory and honor to rule over the works of God’s hands. Blessed Pentecost, feast of harvest, when he came to dwell with […]

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The April showers bring May flowers…and mushrooms. Yesterday they were nowhere to be seen, but throughout the cool damp night, their ghostly forms appear here and there in the yard and sometimes in perfect circular rings. If you walk through a wooded area, you may find them growing from rotting wood or pushing from under […]

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A Daughter to Her Mother

As a child I always loved watching my mom bake a pie. To me it was like watching a fine art in progress. The precision of the ingredients, the exact rolling out of the dough. My favorite part was when she would shape the pie crust with her thumb. Scalloped u-shapes would form around the […]

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