I was out planting row after row of sweet corn in my garden this afternoon when the thought came to me again as it often does, seemingly out of the blue. And now no sooner are those words out of my fingertips onto the electronic page than I recognize they are literally true, insofar as I was working under a clear, blue cloudless sky. There was nothing, absolutely nothing to come between me and the truth that was trying to reach me at last. Continue reading
It has been said, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” as if all that matters is who’s looking. But this partially moss-covered rock formation that caught my eye this morning beside the Bruce Trail surely must have a beauty in its own right.
I don’t think I’ve ever read anything that sums up some of the most serious issues facing what I’ll call the “mainstream” Protestant churches quite as well as what Bob Giuliano wrote in his Dec. 10 Letters of Hope column. Continue reading