Downsizing the Books

From volumes of commentaries to irreplaceable classics to the wisdom of fellow theologians through the ages, books are vital tools for pastors. Each one in their personal libraries is a useful friend, and every one precious—even those previously un-read. Those wait on shelves like candy in the freezer—reminders that there’s …

Why God Gave Me a Desk Job

I know how to work the topside of toilets. And since God fitted me primarily for desk-type jobs, I’ve been content to leave their bottomsides to plumbers. But last Saturday morning, and my friend and I, using assorted tools, a bucket and three rags, installed a high-rise toilet at my …

Speaking of Funerals…

  My first chore after stumbling into the washroom some mornings, is to look into the mirror and use all my powers of persuasion to convince that person I see that she’s alive and needs to report for work.  A few weeks ago someone told me about a similar conversation. …

Follow Peace, Keep Friendship

I entered the church, turned and found my old friend standing below me on the steps. Until she smiled, I mistook her for someone else. But only one person smiles like that. We hugged, opened our mouths, and started in, just like old times in another church foyer. Back then, we …

Keepin’ Ahead of the Beans

I resolve to memorize more Bible passages this year. They grow my spirit. Besides, I have Beans to keep ahead of.  Celebration day, feast on the table, house full of people. Five-year-old Butterfly Bean watches me pour out cider. Whispers, “Nana. I have something to tell you.”  “Yes?” I reach …

An Encounter With the Season’s Reason

The Zebra Crossing, a sensitively re-furbished century-old Yorkton home, hosts several businesses these days. But I recall it best when customers came for rooibos tea and conversation. Sat at glass tables and tall iron chairs. Ate paninis, gorgeous salads, decadent desserts and spread linen napkins on their laps. The Crossing …

Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem

It’s my favourite carol… O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by. Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight. Shepherds still …