"If we are not willing to question our own belief, then we are not ready to question someone else's." --Y. M. L.
I could join the many mourning the loss of relatives, friends, and neighbours today, OR I can choose to remember my relatives who served as COs in the last great war. I could choose to join the parade behind the veterans OR I could ask you. "Is it braver to face the enemy with a … Continue reading Lest We Forget
The third part of the "Toronto Trilogy" She Worships ...raising her hands above her creamy coffee-toned skin and tight, dark curls. ...closing her eyes and singing along with the praise song. ...leaning against the sprightly, accountant-type, balding husband of hers. He Worships ...joining our motley choir, grabbing a song folder. ...thanking us and the God … Continue reading She Worships
Second in the Toronto Trilogy When the revolving doors of the Eaton Centre spat me out onto the sidewalk, I noticed them. A cluster of five girls all dressed in jeans and fashionable coats. Chestnut hair of both the straight and tight-curl variety framed their innocent faces. They whispered and jostled. Then the short vivacious … Continue reading She Asks
I amble down the path in the evening sun, and there she is. Bare arms and feet slip out of her dress all pastel striped. She stands on a green knoll and blows little puffs unto the white ball in her little hand. "Planting dandelions?" I call to her. Monday to Friday she calls me … Continue reading Planting Dandelions
God, I just don't know How to love that person, I don't know, If I should wait or move on, I don't know What deserves my time, I don't know What to prepare for in the future, I don't know Where you want me to go, I don't know Why this is now, I don't know … Continue reading All You Ever Need to Know
Back an Alley My first significant encounter with the paradox of faith or stupidity came back an alley in the middle of the city. I was fifteen. My youth group had driven in minivans into the city and back the alley. We were going to a soup kitchen, our vans laden with potato ham casserole, … Continue reading Faith or Stupidity