Joy to broken worlds
The third Sunday of Advent approaches. Some of us come to the pink candle with lighthearted laughter, sped on our journey by the jocund Spirit of Christmas itse...
Category: hope
November’s Bones
Back home, it is good to walk slowly on the grass by the river. It is spongy and still green, though the rushes are browning and the cattails are bursting at th...
The Orbit of Love
~ In memory of my uncle, Ian Raymer, and in honour of the family I’ve been blessed with. Love is this magic that orbits us all. When the ground beneath m...
Strike-anywhere love
On cold days, remember, Love is a strike-anywhere match. Even the irritation of this day is friction for the fire. When life rubs rough, bring your kind...
Advent 1: Hope Is Enough
Hope says, It’s ok if you’re tired. If your kitchen is a mess. If you gave all you had and it wasn’t enough. If your plans fell apart. If your kid is having a m...