When the Lights Dim

The “Painter of Light,” as the world knew him, died last month. Artist and author Thomas Kinkade, well known as a devout Christian, was among the world’s highest earning and most popular living artists. After his death, I sat with one of his books on my lap, and one of …

Great Big Little Things

In retrospect, I ought to have paid more attention when I first noticed the slight hiss in the basement. But it barely registered—until I went downstairs for something else, hours later. Who knew that a pin-sized hole in copper piping can cause a flood in three hours? The pilot of …

God Doesn’t LIKE Salsa

Since their births, our four grandbeans have absorbed the habits of their nearest and dearest adults. I should mention here that their daddy is a preacher. That their grandfather is the Preacher. And that Mama and Nana preach too, in and out of the pulpit, in words written, spoken and sung. Surrounded by …

Admitting Faith’s Puzzles

Our family participated in three funerals this week. A closely bundled trio of funerals bends one’s thoughts in uncomfortable directions. How stubbornly I insist—we all insist—on leaning on spiderwebs. On people and things we take for granted today, forgetting they could be mere memories tomorrow: a slide show at the …

Ticket to Heaven

An astounding thing happened during Jesus’ crucifixion. While dying, he issued a Divine pardon to the frightened criminal on the cross beside him. I don’t blame that fellow for his fear. The religious leaders of his day taught that only perfect people got eternal rewards. As a youngster, I believed …

The Day I Woke up Deaf

There are a few good things about not hearing, I’ve discovered since the morning I woke up deaf. I sleep better when I can’t hear the headboard squeak. The Preacher’s favourite music—not always my taste, barely bugs me. And our parrot’s crow imitations? Mere dibbits of sound in a landscape of …

The Rolling Pulpit

I followed the highway preacher (at far less than highway speed) for a few miles, before I passed. The car’s licence plate read REPENT. As I pulled ahead, I craned my neck for a glimpse of the owner of the rolling pulpit. Who would do that? I wondered. Specially order …

Cherish the Children

Our daughter and son-in-law’s parsonage overflows with their family of great Canadian jumpin’ Beans.  “Don’t move so close to your grandchildren,” a few people cautioned when God led the Preacher and me to a house around the corner from theirs two and a half years ago.”You’ll have no time for …

Got a Little Faith?

Life is hard. Ever wonder if God cares? If following Christ makes a difference? If you have enough faith? Four years ago on the day I write this, the Preacher stood in the pulpit of the last church he served full-time and read a note that put a period on …