These are unusual times. Or maybe these times are highlighting usual truths that are not usually noticed. Crisis has a way of pinpointing troubles and triumphs, deep in the heart, unheeded. It’s not the first time I’ve been in crisis. It’s not the second. But I find each new time I’m at a … [Read more...] about Prison or Palace?
Jesus
We Are Resurrection Gardeners
Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot. They asked her, ‘Woman, why are you crying?’ ‘They have taken my Lord away,’ she said, ‘and I don’t know … [Read more...] about We Are Resurrection Gardeners
Imperishable
Where I live, we’ve all been told to stock up on food in the face of COVID-19. Before my workplace shut down, I joined the herd at the grocery store, trying to find food on the shelves that was imperishable. Food that lasts and does not spoil. I settled on spiced tuna and Kraft dinner. Don’t judge … [Read more...] about Imperishable
The Great Light at Christmas
The people who are now living in darkness will see a great light. - Isaiah 9:2 (NIRV) When I was a child growing up in church, one of my favourite Christmas traditions was the lighting of the advent candles each Sunday. Each Sunday a different family was chosen to light the candle and share … [Read more...] about The Great Light at Christmas
And It Became Calm
One of the things my husband and I love to do together is go to the beach. It doesn't matter what season, we enjoy being near the water. There is something about being near the ocean that is calming for us. Listening to the methodical lapping of the gentle waves, or the pounding and crashing of … [Read more...] about And It Became Calm
Unforced Rhythms of Grace
When I was a little girl my favourite Christmas decoration belonged to my grandmother. It was a Merry Christmas sign that hung in her kitchen window. The letters were studded with mini lights that flashed and changed colours. I would sit at her table while she mashed the squash and buttered the … [Read more...] about Unforced Rhythms of Grace
