As Glenn and I drove away from Grace Maternity Hospital in Halifax on that cold February afternoon in 1979, I was terrified. Our baby girl was just a few days old and I couldn’t believe they were already letting me actually, making me take her home. They must have known I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. … More Heritage of Faith: Once Upon A Time
The women walked to the tomb, just to finish the job they had started three days earlier. Imagine their shock to find Jesus wasn’t there. Stolen? That must have been their first thought. But then the angels. Men in shining clothes, at least. Risen! As he said? They remembered his words! Off they went to … More Expecting The Supernatural
It was the second time Jesus talked about it. Some time ago, when Jesus shared his famous “Lord’s Prayer” with his disciples, he told them to forgive others, as they had been forgiven. Now, in this fig tree episode, they were amazed that what Jesus had said to the fig tree had come to pass. (And … More How To Keep An Open Heart
Because you don’t always feel like it. Some days I wake up, the sun is shining, the snow is melting, and I just feel good. Happy, hopeful. Looking at the good in life comes easy, maybe because what IS in my face right then is pleasant. There may still be things going on personally that aren’t … More Some Days You Just Have To Choose
I know the common definition of courage is doing something you are afraid to do, and that is mostly true I think. But not always. For instance, when I went through that 10 hour surgery on my face in 2012, it wasn’t an act of courage, even though many touted it as such. No, it was an … More New Year’s Courage
Wouldn’t we all love to see it at last? Peace on earth? Every year as we deck the halls and trek the malls, there returns the old hankering for the promise of the angels to come to pass. Mostly, at this point in history, we are just thankful for a week long respite from hearing … More Peace On Earth?
I wonder what Mary was thinking, lying there in a stall for animals, about to give birth. No helping women around, no doula, no midwife. Just Joseph. And the smell of fresh hay mixed with the pungent aroma of cows. No vacancy at the hotels. Not one! I wonder was she thinking back to the … More “How did I get here?”