Love and learn

Just one word – the word that makes the world go round. LOVE. They asked if I’d speak on that. For forty minutes. I don’t accept many speaking engagements these days, but I said yes to that one. The mission of the event and the organization echoed my own: to …

Backwards, march!

Of the sixteen New Years I have written these faith columns, my first remains my favourite. From the vault, here it is again, slightly edited. Something strange scampers underfoot at our house. One of our clocks, which for years has conformed nicely to the art of proper timekeeping, marches boldly where no …

Jesus – in bed WITH US

I had made the children rag dolls that year. Clown-faced Toby for our son, flaxen-haired Miranda for our daughter. In the very early eighties, the floppy toys became my hand-stitched rebellion against the creeping Cabbage Patch craze. The Patch kids cost thirty bucks to adopt. I’d used remnants and cut apart …

Dreams and Divine messages

Sleep upsets the baggage cart of our daytime thoughts and experiences, jumbling them in ways that often make no sense. The Preacher and I both dream. Some of those night journeys are nonsensical and entertaining, others are upsetting. Rarely have they been messages from God. In one of my dreams, …

Post-election ponderings

For the last l-o-o-n-g period, I’ve observed the electoral circus south of the border; the interminable debacle that will forever be known as the biggest shake-up in the history of USA national elections. I haven’t felt qualified to make any comments publicly, though the Preacher would tell you I’ve made …