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The Place Jesus was Born

FaceTime is the medium through which we are saying good-bye to some of the grandkids. “Do you know where Papa and I are going” asks Grandma. “To the place Jesus was born” comes the answer. For some re...

Reach for the Attic

Christmas is done! No traces remain of the 19 people who celebrated the day on December 27th. All the nativity sets are boxed and stored, the ornaments packed and the house clean. We store our signifi...
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God in a Hoodie

I have a sense of the presence of God but the face is always hidden, a glimpse of a cheekbone or a scar. The promise of a warm solid embrace when life chills to the bone but the garment fits loosely. ...
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Open Arms

After all these years you would think I would be more comfortable with the degree of my own ignorance. Apparently not. My wife has a small collection of nativity sets. One of her favourites is a colle...
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Joy Right in Front of Me

Right off the top I must confess to the lack of fairness of it all. My children certainly can file a complaint of injustice. When my children were young they learned very quickly the iron clad rule &#...

The Moment to Change

When the doctor says, “It would help your blood pressure and a few other things if you could lose some weight” I have to hold back the quip. “No problem! I’ve done it dozens of times.” Part of my inte...

What am I seeing?

The little guy in this picture, my brother, is now 58 years old. On Thursday my wife Gaye and I took him to the hospital to have cataracts removed from both his eyes. Normally the procedure is done on...
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Grandma Back

We had just dropped off my wife, aka Grandma, at the ferry terminal. Time was tight so the style of her departure resembled more an evacuation than a leave taking. As I started the car, our two year o...

Power of Stories

  Time again to turn to readings for the upcoming term for the Studio for Strategic Leadership at VST. The ability to recognize, tell and engage key stories from various dimensions of our life is...