We’ll do the baptism where?

Shop talk among seasoned pastors often brings up tales of memorable weddings, funerals and other church traditions. It did that last Sunday over lunch with friends. Only this time, the stories centered on baptism. Some churches dunk baptismal candidates; others sprinkle and some pour. Some do all three. Some baptize …

God reigns, even when it rains

For thirty-six hours over the Canada Day weekend relentless downpours pounded Southeast Saskatchewan and Manitoba. Eight and a half inches in my backyard, according to a bucket on the deck. On the morning the water began seeping up through the sodden ground onto farmfields and into homes, I walked past an open …

Don’t forget your pipes

I stopped at the piper today. Though I’ve noticed the bronze statue outside Chilliwack’s stately City Hall on previous visits to the city, I’ve never made time to pause. This morning’s sunny walk seemed the perfect opportunity. The WW1 soldier stands tall on a concrete pedestal, frozen in mid-stride. Pipes …

Lord, thank you for my parents

One day, God only knows when, I’ll wake up without a father. Dad, 90 now, can’t walk without assistance and he forgets more than he remembers. But he remembers the important things. God, his wife and children and most of the nearby descendants. Usually. He remembers the far past too, …

Too busy for joy?

“I’m busy, busy, frightfully busy! You’ve no idea what I have to do…” Like that Veggie Tales tune that keeps playing in my head, the “I’m-too-busy-to…” theme runs like a sticky thread through my days.  Three such threads have already woven themselves into this morning’s fabric. A friend lamented in …

Fur and feathers face off

After we adopted Grace Cat, spicy with a hint of left-over predator from his stray days, Ernie, our Amazon Green parrot, got his beak out of joint. He sulked at the intrusion of fur in his territory, and rarely came out of his cage. Prior to Grace, we often left Ernie’s cage …