In June, at church, I told my story, “A Boy and His Lunch”. It is a retelling of the Bible story called “Feeding the Five Thousand.” That particular morning wasn’t a good day. I hadn’t slept well. As I ate my breakfast, my ailing back screaming with pain, I wondered if I would survive leading…
Whether it’s diamonds, homes, internet games, food, or colorful stimulation, society tells us that MORE and BIGGER is what we want. I remember arriving at our tiny country church one Sunday morning to discover that the person responsible for purchasing the bread and juice for Communion had suffered a heart attack. In those days,…
Yesterday I was blessed with the opportunity to join with a number of Upper Room authors at a book signing at Soul Feast, in Junaluska, North Carolina. The Upper Room Publishing Team were extremely gracious in allowing me to participate as the only self-published author present. In fact their marketing director came over to give…
In early May, like many people I reflected on the disastrous collapse of a garment factory in Bangladesh. I listened as the news media and individuals brought pressure on Canadian companies involved in the disaster, to provide compensation for the families affected and to ensure that workers across Bangladesh had a safe working…
The last few months, as I have struggled with a badly damaged back, I have had to work hard to appreciate our wonderful world. Darkness has been lurking on the fringes of my world and at times has been encroaching closer and closer to the center of my thoughts. Pain does that. Whether physical…