It’s 10 a.m. on July 12. I’m just in from watering the garden—the garden I despaired of every producing much given the cool, wet spring and early summer. We were away from home for a few days and such was my lack of faith in my garden, that I wasn’t in the least concerned that…
It’s hockey night in Canada. Well, in the U.S. too, as the Stanley Cup final game between the Edmonton Oilers and Florida Panthers is playing on the big screen. Ordinarily, I’m not all that much of a hockey fan, but . . . So, for the moment at least, I find myself here on the…
One morning, while enjoying our first cup of coffee, Gerry and I talk about fruit. If we were still living in British Columbia, we’d be eating our way through flats of fresh strawberries by now, tucking some away in the freezer while eagerly awaiting raspberries and blueberries (my favourite!). I’d be thinking about pulling out…
Small Beneath the Sky: A Prairie Memoir is the name of a book written by Saskatchewan author, Lorna Crozier. It has a home on my bookshelf. I recommend it. How can one feel anything but small when standing beneath the endless Saskatchewan sky? It is where I feel most at home. It’s where I breathe…
I wake in the morning thinking about things I want to accomplish in the coming day, hoping the list is on the shorter side. By design, it usually is. This morning: a couple of emails to tend to, share the draft newsletter for InScribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship with the executive, put a pot of chicken…
I have a tendency to overcomplicate and wrestle with the paradox between embracing divine mystery and dotting all i’s and crossing t’s in terms of theology. What did Jesus mean when he said this? Where is God in this situation? Why did God do this? Was that even God’s doing? What does God want me…