Image by WikimediaImages from Pixabay On Easter Saturday, my daily readings took me to a favourite author, Madeline L’Engle. In her novel, Dragons in the Waters, she declares, “We believe that everything is dependent on everything else, that the Power behind the stars has not made anything to be separate from everything else.”…
Photo by Rajiv Perera on Unsplash A letter from God? I think so. Sometimes we question why we go to church. After all, most of the world seems to think we’re wasting our time. In the craziness of today’s world Sunday still offers the idea of rest and it seems like that’s the only “day off”…
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay There Is Hope! It’s Spring. Yay! Time to plant my flowers. I love gardening. In Dunsford, we had many big flower gardens. They were so beautiful. Of course, I was younger back then and full of energy and surrounded by little grandchildren who came to help dig and plant and water….
Last Saturday morning at the annual meeting of the East-Central Ontario Regional Council (ECORC) of the United Church, our day was started by Dorothy Taylor, an Elder of the White Porcupine clan of Curve Lake First Nation. Wearing just a taste of the beautiful beadwork that spoke of her First Nations ancestry, Dorothy greeted us…
I looked out my wonderful window today, to see this amazing demonstration of living together in peace and harmony. We’ve had the chipmunk before but never the brown pigeon. The pain, destruction, violence, hatred that is running rampant in the Middle East was already preying on my mind. If we could only learn from God’s…
For years, I have used the same doll as my baby Jesus in my story telling. He’s just a doll, certainly, but I feel my love for Jesus deeply, every time I look at him. When I put him out in the cold and rain and snow in our front yard Nativity scene, I feel…
A Recipe for 2022 Traditionally, Tom and I start every week with Tom’s special porridge for breakfast. What makes it special? More than just plain oatmeal, Tom adds lots of cinnamon, maple syrup, craisins, blueberries or strawberries, or apples, or peaches or whatever is in season, yummy butter and a pinch of salt. This wonderful…
The Ride Our community thought Val was odd. Black lips and nails, brightly striped knee highs, black skirt and coat, greasy graying hair straying in the wind, all she lacked was the pointed witches hat. Often mocked, sometimes feared, adults mostly ignored Val as she hobbled along the streets of our small town….