It’s All Good

I say that a lot. “All good!’ in response to something that certainly is NOT all good. Something unimportant like when we scraped the side of our car on a yellow post as we drove away from the border check-point in Niagara Falls.  Or something like the haircut I recently gave myself because, after ten … More It’s All Good

Five First Christmases

The Sunday before Christmas 1991 dawned bright and crisp, and our city was a glistening Christmas card after Saturday’s snow storm. Noisy snow squeaked underfoot as I trudged hurriedly to the entrance of the church. I was the worship leader and running late. I had dawdled way too long at home, mulling over whether or … More Five First Christmases