September
The world stands just a little taller this late in the year. The gold dust of light and leaf straightens her back as she moves now with a dignified grace that only comes by suffering. Only comes by the...
View Article"But How Can I be Sure?" Zechariah's Story
The following is an edited version of the sermon I was set to preach on the first Sunday of Advent, Dec 1 2019. The service was cancelled due to an ice storm that blew across southwestern Ontario that...
View ArticleThe sun still exists
While I’m no regular to air travel, I have had the opportunity to fly on a plane a handful of times. I’ve flown often enough that I know what to expect, but not so often that the novelty has worn off....
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Keep the Light On
Like many others, our kids (6 and 4), are sometimes a little bit afraid of the dark. And who can blame them? In the dark, we can’t see very well. In the dark, even things that are non-threatening or...
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Held by an Unseen Love
The seminary where I studied some years back was and is, like most seminaries, connected with a particular denomination of churches here in Canada. While the student and faculty community was...
View ArticleDoing Nothing on Purpose| Sabbath in a Pandemic
I’m not some kind of super-spiritual person, I swear. It’s true that I work as the Pastor of a small congregation and I’ve come to realize that people have certain perceptions of what that means. (ex,...
View ArticleFebruary
The light returns first and it wakes you gently, but then with more persistence like rain that starts so softly but drenches you all the same. The light returns first But you roll back over in your...
View ArticleButterfly Soup
Our oldest son (8) is a voracious reader of anything he can get his hands on. Seriously, anything. He’s been caught sneaking my novels and our toddler’s board books with equal enthusiasm. Ever since...
View ArticleEven if I’m not there to see it
Of all the things I am going to miss about our current home, it’s the garden that catches me off guard, surprising me with pangs of sad longing. Here’s the backstory: recently my family and I found...
View ArticleCanary in the coal mine
The clock punctures with cruel precision While the unoccupied silence drains cold and steady into morning- too quick to take hold The sun does not rise but collides- freight train like- with the...
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