is there truth in the rumours?

is there truth in the rumours?

It’s been a long couple of days. My thoughts have been overtaken by the events I witnessed on Friday.

The Romans are a brutal lot. Violence is common. But I just can’t get it out of my mind. What I saw. The man, Jesus, so battered and bruised and bloody. How can…

hope nonetheless

hope nonetheless

Recently, I was asked to share a reflection for a team meeting in my workplace. I was at a bit of a loss for what to focus on so at dinner I asked my three children what they thought I should talk about.

My eldest daughter, Clara, is home right now doing her first year of Carleton University online. She is studying Global Politics with a focus on human rights. In the midst of a pandemic she sits alone in her room reading day after day. Copious amounts…

morning song of the mourning dove

morning song of the mourning dove

As I lay in bed this morning, I heard fluttering. Then the soft, haunting coos of a mourning dove.  Last year two mourning doves sometimes perched on one of my windowsills. Their soft murmuring song fluttered around my home. A new nest was built high in the tree...
o holy night

o holy night

T  h  e  y     t  r  a  v  e  l  l  e  d     f  a  r  . Tired. Exhausted. No room. No room at the inn. A stable. A manger. A star.   Pain, water, blood, cries… Five fingers. Five toes. Two eyes. A mouth and a nose. A Baby born. Perfectly formed.  ...