Today is commonly called Good Friday. What does the “Good” in Good Friday really mean? Sacrifice? Love? Today’s reflection explores a different way of understanding Good Friday, not as payment, but as connection. The Goodness of Good Friday The Christian Church calls today “Good Friday.” The word “Good” comes from an old English…
Why Tell Stories Over the years, my readers have often asked, “Why do you write books? Why do you tell stories?” Our Bible tells us that Jesus’ disciples asked him the same question after he told the story of the farmer planting seed (Matthew 13:1–9, The Message). “Why do you tell stories, Jesus?” He answered,…
My website is back thanks to the efforts of Nick Burd from Niteowl Creative who built my website in the first place and the help of my friend Greg Phillips from Sterling Mutuals who was one of my church kids at Dunsford United Church. I am truly grateful for both of them. For many of…
Image by Gregory Sabin from Pixabay Winter’s Gift for 2026 It’s winter. It’s cold. BRRRRR. For me, January provides a time to enjoy the gift of reflection. The rush and excitement of Christmas have settled. In our part of the world nature’s growth pauses. The earth takes time out for rest. A beautiful white blanket covers everything…
I don’t normally write poetry. When I picked up my December 2025 file, I found this poem that I had written just before Christmas. Tonight it feels important to share it with you even though we have stepped into 2026. Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay We celebrate Christmas because… Jesus was born in the darkness…
Image by Kari Shea from Pixabay For the last year, every day I read an excerpt from “Embers: One Ojibway’s Meditations” by Richard Wagamese. Richard’s words are an endless source of inspiration for my life. I wish I had met him during his lifetime. At the age of twenty, I would not have turned to an indigenous writer…
Our Christmas celebrations are over, and yet…I don’t want to let it go completely. I want Christmas to be a vehicle of change for our world. When I went to post a blog tonight, I found this poem that I wrote the week before Christmas. I don’t write poetry. So I don’t usually post poems….
Thrifting! Last weekend, from my chair in my friend’s basement, I could see nine extra-large reusable bags, heavy with freshly washed and ironed, gently used children’s clothes, lovingly and carefully chosen from thrift shops around the city. My friend, Nancy, always detested shopping. Over the last few years, though, she has found delight shopping for…