NEAR the church is Kanin Club along Scout Rallos. We order all sorts of things for lunch, but we almost always end up with this for dessert: turón, filled with úbe and macapuno, best eaten with coffee.
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If, theoretically, you had a gifted child—someone who could solve problems mentally, without pen and paper; who already knew calculus before...
To the present hour we hunger and thirst, we are poorly dressed and buffeted and homeless, and we labor, working with our own hands. When r...
I've been blogging since 2004, and Tim Challies' article, " Nobody Respects A Blogger ," is a beautiful reminder of why I...
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TOUR guides always refer to Christianity as if it were something distant: something that needs mentioning, but not too much. Talk about anyt...
THE website was down for a few days. My domain host failed to receive any notices from me that my renewal fee had been paid a day before dea...
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“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”—Psalm 22:1 Were here behold the Savior in the depth of his sorrows. No other place so well sh...
This morning I overhead at the Schoenbrunn Palace, the Habsburg summer house, a family who looked brown and noisy and happy enough for me to...
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