Things Which Cannot Be Shaken

There are seasons in life when everything seems to be shaking. Old landmarks are crumbling. Venerable foundations are upheaved in a night and are scattered abroad as dust. Guiding buoys snap their moorings, and go drifting down the channel. Institutions which promised to outlast the hills collapse like a stricken tent. Assumptions in which everybody […]

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J. J. Rouse

The teenage rascals had caught “Rodney,” the old roan horse, and were leading him to the door of the large tent. The boys, whispering, moved quickly. One pulled Rodney’s head through the tent entrance. The other boy lifted its tail and put a bull thistle under it. Within the canvas walls the meeting was in […]

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