How Will People Remember Me?

Just the other day I was conversing on my Twitter timeline with a lady who was grieving the loss of her father. Her fear that after the funeral and with people getting back with their own lives, her dad would be forgotten. This was a very legitimate fear. Using my own dad as an example…

Living in a “Keyboard Warrior” Society

A questionable photo from college days. A tweet written when in a bad mood. A Facebook rant. Careless words are nothing new.  In years gone by most people have not had ample opportunities to publish their passing thoughts for the world’s consumption. Not until social media came around. This puts us in a position to…

A Parable on Prayer

It is really cool and amazing how God send these little prompts to pray for things of great important. Whenever I hear “overseas or New Zealand”, my oldest daughter who is teaching in New Zealand comes to mind. And I’ll pray for her. Whenever I hear the words long drive or commute I will think…

The Pilgrimage

It’s almost summer in Canada. We’ve made it through a long winter, and our snow boots, winter parkas and toques are all packed away. With the warmer weather our thoughts naturally turn to holidays. Now if we decided to take a week’s holidays in June in Canada, where would we go? What would we do?…

The Lost Sheep

From my wife’s country of New Zealand there was a sheep named Shrek that became a national celebrity in 2004. Shrek was not the world’s oldest sheep in the world. He was not the fastest or strongest in the world. What made him unique was that he really, really, really did not like getting his…

The Value of a Good Name

We live in a society where our lives are under the microscope than any other time in history. In banks, in shopping malls and on street corners our images are captured on surveillance cameras. Social network companies like Facebook (which owns properties like Messenger, What’s App and Instagram) collects data on each of it’s 2…

The Rest of the Story

This Christmas season I had the privilege of attending an Ugly Sweater party. I didn’t have an actual Christmas sweater, but used a sweater my dear wife made for me 30 years ago. The host was the only person I knew at the party, and so I was a bit anxious. But there were so…