Iris Ford

This is Ash Wednesday, a day for sackcloth and ashes. Philippians speaks to me loud and clear — everything in my life feels like ashes — I look on my life as garbage. Sin is the cause of our unsuitable … Read more

What kind of faith do you have? Is it personal, kept to yourself as private, or is it relational, shared with others? This is a very good question, for therein lies a great burden on my heart. As we keep … Read more

Having grown up in Bermuda, I delighted daily in watching the clouds dance in the sunshine and the stars gaze down upon us in the cool of a summer evening. You can tell I am missing those evenings, dwelling here … Read more

Through the many years of directing Christmas pageants, I have been intrigued by the wise men or magi. Reflecting on the purpose of the magi's visit, one wonders what their divine place in this magnificent birth story was. People assume … Read more

I'll never forget that Christmas Eve. The sanctuary was beautifully decorated with all the trimmings. After the children had re-enacted the nativity story, the baby Jesus was left in the manger under the Christmas tree standing right beside the pulpit. … Read more

In this morning's e-mails was a picture of a dog sleeping in an open air manger, outside a church. Real cute! The dog is said to be abandoned and found comfort at the feet of the baby Jesus. There is … Read more

Early one morning, I opened the living room curtains and looked out at the Morning Star and marvelled at its brightness. Then later over breakfast, I watched amazed as the television showed the galaxy of stars in space — so … Read more

For years, prior to Christmas, we have filled a special box for a child. It is a joy to do it, for I do not have grandchildren of my own on which to lavish my love. Instead, I think of … Read more

In our apartment, we have a balcony where we can look out towards the mountains. We love the view. One day, a friend brought up a heavy pot containing a plant and deposited it on our balcony. It was a … Read more

In this post-accident period of my life, I am far more nervous than I used to be. When I see a truck passing by, I cringe, especially when it is black! When I hear a vehicle coming up beside me … Read more