“Are you ready for church?” I call downstairs. ”Yup. Be right there,” Gerry calls back. And like we’ve done every Sunday for the past ten weeks, we gather in the den where I work some magic to get my phone display to broadcast on the big screen TV and we have church. Afterward, we talk
It’s dark when I wake and I spend the first moments of the day in silent conversation with the divine. I have questions. Requests. But mostly I just bask in the holy presence. I’m sipping soy milky frothy coffee from a favourite mug as the eastern sky grows pink. I watch as the hues change
Honestly, we’re growing weary. Some days the weight feels heavier than others. It’s challenging to see delights which, of course, makes finding them even more important. But some days the effort takes more energy than we can summon. Or maybe that’s just me. Lilacs buds in the backyard are fat with promise. Or so I’m
This morning we celebrate the resurrection of our Lord. Some gather around screens to watch live-streamed Easter services from home churches or places of worship we now have an opportunity to visit virtually. We are shaken. No longer able to rely on our safe and comfortable traditions, we ask ourselves what we really need to
I see memes on social media about introversion in the time of self-isolation and social distancing. “Introverts have trained for this our entire lives” they say in some form or another. “This is our time. Let’s show them how to do it.” I smile because staying home is not a hardship for me. It’s what I
I saw a meme on social media last night that summed it up: “What a year this week has been.” We’re all feeling it. I’m struggling to focus, maybe you are too. But we continue to move forward one step at a time and, as best as we can, keep our eyes, minds, and hearts focused
I miss the awe of watching the changing eastern sky in the early morning when morning whispers and night tiptoes into obscurity. For many months now, when I wake shortly after 4 a.m., I’ve chosen to spend the first silent hours under a Sherpa blanket in the den, with a basket of supplies (Bible, notebook,