“The God who created the stars also created the tiny lights flickering through the grass.”
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The Gospel According to the Picnic Table
“People matter more than schedules. Conversation matters more than productivity. And joy grows best when we make room for one another.”
The Gospel According to the Alarm Clock
There are certain sounds in life that inspire immediate joy. The laughter of a child. The call of a loon across a northern lake. The sound of a barbecue being opened on a summer evening. And then there is the alarm clock on a Monday morning. The alarm clock occupies a somewhat different category. Now,Continue reading “The Gospel According to the Alarm Clock”
The Gospel According to Sunday Evening
A life lived gratefully is not measured by how much gets done. It is measured by how fully we receive the gifts God has already given.
The Gospel According to the Water Balloon
“Joy is one of God’s gifts. And gifts are meant to be received.”
The Fellowship of the Oddballs
“God never seems particularly interested in perfect people. Instead, God gathers ordinary people—quirky people, imperfect people, oddballs of every conceivable description—and through them accomplishes extraordinary things.”
Sometimes the greatest miracle of the Church is that God continues to call ordinary people—and that some of us are still willing to listen.
The Gospel According to the Overpacked Car
The best moments are usually not the ones we planned. They arrive unexpectedly—a sunset, a conversation, a loon calling across the lake, a campfire where stories become progressively better with each retelling.
The Theology of the Red-and-White Lawn Chair: Canada Day Reflections for Ordinary Time
Gratitude is not the denial of imperfection. It is the recognition of gift.
The Gospel According to the Walking Trail
The point of a walk is not to arrive. It is to notice.
The Gospel According to the Farmers’ Market
The gardens are growing. The farmers’ markets are filling with colour. And perhaps our souls grow in much the same way—quietly, steadily, one ordinary day at a time.