We prayed the Lord’s Prayer every school day, in my elementary public school classrooms. I still hear the voices of my classmates, heads bowed, hands folded. Holly Parker, always the class rebel, likely peeked and passed notes to Larry McKay. (Okay, I peeked at least once.) “Teach us to pray,” …
As I write, Canada is midway through a fractious federal election campaign. Many people feel Election 2021 could change our country forever. Yesterday I had a conversation that irritated me. With the election campaign well underway, this mature adult didn’t know if the election is provincial or federal. They couldn’t …
I’m grateful for democratic elections, for national assistance programs and government watchdogs. But more than a restoration of what we had before COVID, Canada needs God. We need changed hearts. Too many other countries have demonstrated what happens otherwise… No trick or treaters, those. Blows rattled our friends’ door in …
Trevor attended my church’s youth group. No fan of boys, I paid no attention to him at first. But one evening he sat down at the piano in the rec hall. His long fingers trickled over the ivories like a rushing stream. He had no music. He didn’t look down, just kept …
I attended an election debate last night. It’s the third one I’ve watched or attended in the last few weeks. With only a few days left in the Federal election campaign, I feel the urgency of prayerful consideration of my voting privilege. Across the country, people are wondering what’s next. …
Journal entry. March 20th. First day of spring. Lower mainland, B.C. Good day, diary. Good day, Lord. And good day, Spring. After our record-breaking cold Canadian winter, you’re more welcome than usual, even though you’re late to your own party. I travelled two provinces in order to catch your entry …
Today’s itinerary stretches between our son’s place in B.C.’s Kootenay region and my father’s residential care facility in Abbotsford. We set out on Highway #95, the two-lane road connecting Invermere and Golden, B.C. – one of my favourite sections of that route. Under blue sky and dumpling clouds, we motor through vast …
My honorary granddaughter, the first Canadian in her family, didn’t thank me for the gift of a tiny Canadian flag and lapel pin. She didn’t even look at me. In fact, she slept through the entire visit. I understood. Could there be a better gift than sleep? Especially when you’re …
