Author: Harold Moddle

Having been raised in farm country, I grew up with a hatred of the thistles the farmers often found in their fields of wheat. Some time ago, I drove through a local park, which had been let grow naturally, instead … Read more

Some years ago, the congregation I was serving gave my wife and me a trip to Israel, returning through Greece and Rome. One of the highlights of that trip was a visit to Athens, where I stood on the Areopagus, … Read more

The bread used in our church for communion is the unleavened wafer, which, when taken into the mouth, dissolves slowly on the tongue. Each time I take this bread, I hold it in my mouth until I return to my … Read more

Recently, I stood in a churchyard, looking up at an old and very tall pine tree. There it stood, a great living thing, probably older than I, strong, and with great branches reaching out to the sun. Then I noticed … Read more

Yesterday, as I was leaving the city to visit my son who lives in a nearby town, I swung onto the freeway, past Pearson International airport. Ahead of me were perhaps two hundred cars. Across the median, going in the … Read more

For some months now, my grandson, who earlier underwent surgery to remove a tumour on his brain, has been living with me. The recovery has sometimes been difficult. Last week, a series of problems in my own life left me … Read more

As we continue to reflect on the devastating events of September 11, much has been said in an attempt to understand those men who were willing to give their lives to commit such terrible acts of violence and hatred. Probably … Read more

At an intersection near my home there is a box holding, I suppose, electrical connections for the traffic lights. On this someone has written the word MENE. Every time I pass by, I wonder if the writer knows that this … Read more

Walking one day recently in the park, I was amazed and ashamed to see the number of pop cans and the volume of litter some have left to mar God's beautiful world. I guess some expect that someone else will … Read more

I love my church — except for one thing! When it was built, the architect must have seen that the weight of the roof might cause the walls to collapse outward, and so he fixed a series of iron rods … Read more