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. …

He’s alive and I’m forgiven – Peter’s story reverberates in song

Every Easter, the Preacher pulls out our guitar, sits down, clears his throat and begins. It’s one of our family’s favourite traditions: “The gates and doors were barred, all the windows fastened down. I spent the night in sleeplessness And rose at every sound; half in hopeless sorrow, and half …