That bend before you, in all its delicious possibility, Still holds the fear of not being what you imagined. That dream you clutch, Like a road map into the great unknown, Lacks topography, Clouds in obscurity, The friends who’ll walk this road with you.… Continue Reading “For the One on the Verge of a Dream Being Realised: A Liturgy”
The last Saturday in September found me leisurely driving through the backroads of southern Ontario headed north. The leaves had started to turn, the corn had goldened, and every turn and hill and valley revealed some new splendour altogether lovely. Aspens and pines replaced… Continue Reading “Daily Bread”
How does the Holy Spirit work? Sunday was Pentecost, the day set aside to remember the coming of the Holy Spirit. Did we even notice? In the day-to-day ordinary of forking down eggs and jotting down plans and building up a life, God’s Spirit remains unseen.
“This Is My Song” was written by Lloyd Stone in 1934. Something about the haunting minor melody caught my ear and the lyrics captured my imagination.
How to cope with grief. “We were not made for dying, for seeing death, for losing the loved ones around us. Death and loss should hurt, because they are shoes the wrong size for our souls.”