Early spring, gray sky lingered over the greening lawn and swaying evergreens that hugged the community center that Sunday. Visiting a newly planted church, I had already taught the children’s Sunday school, joined the morning worship, eaten a delicious potluck lunch, and played a few wanna-be rounds of spike ball when I went downstairs craving … Continue reading In Scents of Time
“Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.”[i] The church isn’t made up of experts, just real people using the talents God has given them in ordinary ways. Extraordinary should not be a rarity. Extraordinary should be faithfully giving a little extra … Continue reading Do It
Our conversations were many and varied that afternoon, and yet I see in them the indelible fingerprint of the Spirit of One Who Gave His promised Son. We are told to relax on the couch amongst the floral pillows, while our hosts bring us the leftover sweets from breakfast to tide us over until the … Continue reading My Eid in a City of Pride: Part 2
I’ve always loved rainbows. They are colour and order, two of my favourite things combined. They appear rarely, rain and sun mixed to cause my family to pause in wonder and run out of doors. Every pack of markers or pencil crayons I’ve ever owned has been organized in this order and to a time, … Continue reading My Eid in a City of Pride: Part 1
Tips, anecdotes and confessions of a fifth year teacher in ABC's.
I still don’t know him real well and probably never will. He was a friend of my cousins at one time, he traveled as a hobby to do short term missions, and ended up marrying my co-teachers sister. I sang with him at a wedding many years ago. He was quiet and appeared confident in … Continue reading Defined
That’s right, two of them. My first one died of cancer when I was eight. Who was she? She was my mommy. She made my meals and kept me clothed. For someone who didn’t like the sewing machine, she turned out some pretty dress for my three sisters and me. She heard my cries in … Continue reading My Mothers