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Incarnation

Two boys read a dialogue narration for the silent miming of the Christmas story. My pride turned to horror when one boy read the question, “Why was Jesus born?” The answer: “So he could die for our sins.” Period.

Playing God

If Canadians hadn’t been sidetracked by the shenanigans of senators and the mayor of Toronto we might have been having a long-overdue debate on euthanasia.

Leaving Iona

I felt like a real pilgrim. The morning was cold and heavy with fog. I wasn’t dressed warmly enough and I shivered as we waited for the ferry that would take us to the Isle of Iona.

Heavy Hearted Holidays

I enter this season heavy hearted. As I write the weather is cooling, the leaves turning, falling. This year I feel sadness and anger. A dear friend died and I can’t think of a good reason for it.