Red fox racing rails, I saw yesterday. Nose to the north, body and tail following, straight and rigid as the steel ribbons themselves. He moved so effortlessly, so smoothly that except for his blurred legs, he almost seemed motionless. As we approached the railroad tracks, I’d noticed the creature running …
There it sat. Plunked by the garage door as though dropped from a colossal hand. How I’d missed the delivery truck escaped me. But at least the driver had left my parcel. I knew what that stove-sized box held and it excited me. I’d given away the comfortable, though cumbersome, …
My daughter and I once turned on the TV in time to catch the last few minutes of a movie; just enough to grasp the plotline. It featured a pair of lovers – he was sixty, she sixteen. After “The End” slipped slowly off the screen, we sat silent, pondering. …
I loved summer camp as a kid. Horseback riding. Cavorting in the lake. Fashioning tacky crafts from macaroni and matchsticks, paper plates and plaster of Paris. Gathering round campfires singing Clementine, Kumbaya and my favourite, Dat’s vut I learned at da school, yuh, yuh! That one began (hand on head) …
I once interviewed a Canadian who had twice summited Mount Everest. “I wasn’t trying to get to the top,” Dave Rodney said, remembering the most perilous portions of the climb—crossing ladders placed as bridges over almost bottomless crevasses. “…Just to the next rung on the ladder.” Everest climbers surround us. …
I entered the church, turned and found my old friend standing just a few feet from me. Until she smiled, I didn’t recognize her. But only one person smiles like that. We hugged, opened our mouths, and started in, just like old times in another church foyer. Back then, we almost …
“A woman is born. A lifetime later, she dies. And between those two moments, that woman shops.” Not this woman, though. At least not in stores, though I can easily fill an online cart at Amazon.ca. Thankfully, the Preacher does most of our household shopping. He enjoys visiting in the …
“It’s time to get your faith dancing,” croons gospel singer Sandi Patty. I’m sure she means those good days, when you live up to what you say you believe, and know you’d die for the same. When you sit slow at Jesus’ feet, and stand fast for what you know …
The sign above the packaged figs in the produce section of the grocery store read, $2.49 or three packages $2.25 each. The elderly woman pushing the cart beside mine stared at the neatly arranged packages and shook her head. “I vant vun only. Vy for do I pay more for …
Tabatha. Butterfly Bean. Water baby. Newly baptized Christian. As a grandmother with a passion to see her grandchildren following Jesus, that last one thrills me. Nearby water has a magnetic attraction for our grandbeans, especially during the dog days of summer. Our warm weather visits to nearby Good Spirit Lake, …
