Great Big Little Things

In retrospect, I ought to have paid more attention when I first noticed the slight hiss in the basement. But it barely registered—until I went downstairs for something else, hours later. Who knew that a pin-sized hole in copper piping can cause a flood in three hours? The pilot of …

God Doesn’t LIKE Salsa

Since their births, our four grandbeans have absorbed the habits of their nearest and dearest adults. I should mention here that their daddy is a preacher. That their grandfather is the Preacher. And that Mama and Nana preach too, in and out of the pulpit, in words written, spoken and sung. Surrounded by …

Admitting Faith’s Puzzles

Our family participated in three funerals this week. A closely bundled trio of funerals bends one’s thoughts in uncomfortable directions. How stubbornly I insist—we all insist—on leaning on spiderwebs. On people and things we take for granted today, forgetting they could be mere memories tomorrow: a slide show at the …

Ticket to Heaven

An astounding thing happened during Jesus’ crucifixion. While dying, he issued a Divine pardon to the frightened criminal on the cross beside him. I don’t blame that fellow for his fear. The religious leaders of his day taught that only perfect people got eternal rewards. As a youngster, I believed …

The Day I Woke up Deaf

There are a few good things about not hearing, I’ve discovered since the morning I woke up deaf. I sleep better when I can’t hear the headboard squeak. The Preacher’s favourite music—not always my taste, barely bugs me. And our parrot’s crow imitations? Mere dibbits of sound in a landscape of …

The Rolling Pulpit

I followed the highway preacher (at far less than highway speed) for a few miles, before I passed. The car’s licence plate read REPENT. As I pulled ahead, I craned my neck for a glimpse of the owner of the rolling pulpit. Who would do that? I wondered. Specially order …

Cherish the Children

Our daughter and son-in-law’s parsonage overflows with their family of great Canadian jumpin’ Beans.  “Don’t move so close to your grandchildren,” a few people cautioned when God led the Preacher and me to a house around the corner from theirs two and a half years ago.”You’ll have no time for …

Got a Little Faith?

Life is hard. Ever wonder if God cares? If following Christ makes a difference? If you have enough faith? Four years ago on the day I write this, the Preacher stood in the pulpit of the last church he served full-time and read a note that put a period on …

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 …