Every ending means a new beginning

An hour before church is set to begin, I find the pastor’s wife weeping in the church nursery. She’s huddled in the chair in the corner by the playpen, pressed deep into it, like a wild thing cornered. Over the last dozen years, she has sequestered herself often here during …

Butterfly Bean gets baptized

Tabatha. Butterfly Bean. Water baby. Newly baptized Christian. As a grandmother with a passion to see her grandchildren following Jesus, that last one thrills me. Nearby water has a magnetic attraction for our grandbeans, especially during the dog days of summer. Our warm weather visits to nearby Good Spirit Lake, …

The cat that needed someone to get in her face

With the Bean family’s vacation just around the corner, the Preacher and I agreed to care for their sweet, though somewhat reclusive, female cat, Smokey, in their absence. Usually we check in at their house, because Grace (our own feline) has never tolerated other cats. That’s slowly changing, thanks to …

What are you diffusing?

“Hey, Anth, what’s that smell in here? It’s wonderful!” A few minutes earlier the Preacher and I had entered the door of our son’s house. I’d noticed the fragrance wafting through the tidy space instantly, but waited until after his and Kelly’s warm welcome until I asked about it. They …

My two hoots for this week

My neck hurts from looking up. I have been owl-gazing and owls rarely perch on bottom branches.   When you read this, the family of long-eared owls that has enlivened our backyard and thoroughly captivated me will no doubt have moved on. My head will sit properly between my shoulders …

God shows up in serendipity

In 1754, English author Horace Walpole coined one of the most delightful words in the English language. He formed it after reading a Persian fairy tale titled, The Three Princes of Serendip. Throughout the story the princes kept discovering, “by accidents and sagacity…things which they were not in quest of…” …

In the tattered years…still God

The Preacher and I travelled a thousand summer miles between Dad’s home and ours recently. We took a bed and breakfast a mile or so down the road from his care facility and visited daily between naps and meals. We played checkers for an hour one afternoon, he and I. …

Ride this vacation road with me.

Today’s itinerary stretches between our son’s place in B.C.’s Kootenay region and my father’s residential care facility in Abbotsford. We set out on Highway #95, the two-lane road connecting Invermere and Golden, B.C. – one of my favourite sections of that route. Under blue sky and dumpling clouds, we motor through vast …