On a midsummer morning…

I married my love on a midsummer morning when the sun was high. My mother cried, my father snapped hundreds of photos without film in his camera and the old folks came. We were healthy and young, we were foolish and wise, and it rained in the afternoon. Before we …

Look beyond the worms

As I write, Saskatchewan’s Echo Lake, only yards from where I sit, shifts restless in the breeze, its surface strewn with whitecaps, sun-diamonds and the occasional boat. A robin rushes to and fro from a nest only a few feet above my head, worm in beak each time. Three trees …

Audience with an artist

I toured the working studio of Nanaimo artist Carole Reid one day. An easel stood in the corner. Unusual tools and creations in process filled the work surfaces. Finished art, sketches and project ideas decorated the walls. Paint is only one of Carole’s mediums. She makes paper. She carves lino. …

Write your love, add your faith

A pair of good friends, devoted Christ-followers, joined us for dinner one evening. Our conversation deepened from chatty to heartfelt when I asked the husband a question. “Larry, tell us about your relationship to Jesus Christ? How did it begin?” I really wanted to know. A quiet, reflective man, he thought a …

Tax time – squirm time

We didn’t intend to cheat the government. We took the word of others instead of checking facts ourselves. We assume, naively, that our good intentions meant we had right on our side. Well. Not much good ever comes of assuming things. Refusing to look for the fact of the matter …