Children have a unique way of illustrating spiritual truths. When my grandson was two, his grandfather made him a new bed, one with no sides on it. To the delight of his parents, Matthew loved his bed so much that … Read more
My friend Joy's four-year-old daughter, Leah, had a way of making up any number of excuses in order to come out of her room after she had been tucked in bed for the evening. After several evenings of Leah wandering … Read more
My friend has a chronic disease, one of those debilitating medical conditions that leaves her weak, often unable to work, and almost always in pain. Lately, except for visits to her doctor and an occasional visit to church where she … Read more
I love to watch the sun rise, to see it push away the shades of night and shine in all its splendour, prancing across the morning sky, like Joseph dancing in delight as he showed off his fashionable coat of … Read more
When I was growing up, there was a period when my parents struggled to put food on the table for their growing family. That year, in the days before hospitalization plans, I was in a hospital several miles from home … Read more
My mother tried everything she could think of to encourage her youngest grandson to eat his supper. The two boys were visiting for the first time without their parents, and she wanted their mealtime to be a happy experience. However, … Read more
"You should try this new product," a friend told me, after I complained that my hair was hanging down like Bugs Bunny's ears on a bad "hare" day. I hadn't been at the breakfast meeting very long before I began … Read more
I have been privileged to visit some of the great palaces of Europe: Buckingham Palace, Windsor Castle, and Scone Palace in Britain, Versailles in France, Rosenborg Castle in Denmark, and Drottningholm Palace near Stockholm, Sweden, to name a few. I … Read more
Last week, our choir director asked me to write a word picture about the meaning of compassion. As I prayed about how to word this, my thoughts turned to the anguish that God must have experienced when Adam and Eve … Read more
When I was growing up, my father always finished his breakfast with a sugared donut, often freshly made earlier that morning by my mother and left in the centre of the kitchen table under a domed dish. My younger brother … Read more