Do You Keep Canada Glorious?

God, keep our land glorious and free, we Canadians croon each time sing our national anthem. But what makes a glorious country? I’d almost bet my buttons that at least some of it has something to do with people like Marg and her tribe. I met Marg halfway to God-knows-where, …

Dad, Can You Fix It?

Every so often, when I’m walking alone and the wind is right, I smell the fragrance of my father’s workshop. Sometimes I stop, shut my eyes, and walk into the memory. My father’s body is curved like a bracket beside his table saw; his mouth arranged just so, his small, …

Gravel Roads that Lead Home

The road to hell, say the sages, is paved with good intentions. Heaven’s streets, croons an old gospel hymn, are paved with gold. Where I live, most of the roads aren’t paved at all. Main Street was once paved—still is, around the pot-holes. All the rest are gravel.  Six streets …

Life’s One Sure Thing

The four-year-old swim class students, our grandaughter among them, perched on the edge of the swimming pool and gazed down at their instructor in the water. From the sidelines, I could imagine the conversation by what happened next.  “Put your arms up and over your eyes.”  The tykes obeyed.  “Now …

No Election Complaints Here

 I’ve worked elections for almost half my lifetime. It’s a family hobby, sort of. Between the Preacher, myself and our children—even an in-law who’s caught the bug, we’ve seen elections from most angles. We’ve done everything from pounding in campaign signs, sitting as scrutineers at polls, enumerating voters door-to-door, crossing …

A Young Mom’s Triumphant Faith

 “I’m going to be a grandmother!” my friend Shelley announced at a “just-us-gals” gathering in my living room. Delight skittered over her face as she shared the happy news from her recently married daughter. “Boy or girl?” someone asked after we finished whooping. “We don’t know yet,” she said. “Bethany’s …