2009
Mr Opposite
03/10/09 10:09 Filed in: Slice of
Life
Our first snowfall brought more than the promise of a
white Christmas. It gave me a chance to thank God for
my most valuable earthly gift – my husband, Mr.
Opposite. We discovered soon after our marriage that
while opposites attract, they can also repel! We got
along like two cats in a sack that first year.
Fortunately, my husband learned and then taught me
that when our differences threatened to blow the lid
off our relationship, tipping the steam vent with
spurts of laughter born of grace could change
everything. Read
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The Great Cochin Fire
18/05/09 15:41 Filed in: Slice of
Life
When my 24-year-old husband assumed his first
pastorate in a north-Saskatchewan village, he thought
he’d ignite some spiritual fire in the community. He
did much more than that. He became known as the
preacher who put the word arson in parson.
The church and parsonage where we lived was a two-acre parcel of land on a hilltop overlooking a lake. My husband kept the grass watered and cut all around the buildings but the rocky slope below our bay window was impossible to mow. The grass grew tall and untended all summer then faded and lay dormant under winter’s snow to reappear, an unsightly tangled mess in the spring. I thought it marred the beauty of our lake view so I suggested to my husband that he clean it up. Read More...
The church and parsonage where we lived was a two-acre parcel of land on a hilltop overlooking a lake. My husband kept the grass watered and cut all around the buildings but the rocky slope below our bay window was impossible to mow. The grass grew tall and untended all summer then faded and lay dormant under winter’s snow to reappear, an unsightly tangled mess in the spring. I thought it marred the beauty of our lake view so I suggested to my husband that he clean it up. Read More...
Men Have Not Changed
13/01/09 11:00 Filed in: Slice of
Life
Men have not changed since the dawn of creation.
Although we have morphed from the Stone Age to the
Space Age, men have simply exchanged their crude
clubs for credit cards -- they are still hunters and
gatherers.
In Canada, the busiest shopping day of the year is December 26. It’s called Boxing Day.
In 2000, Boxing Day dawned clear and cold. Long before the sun peeked over the horizon my husband Gerry was in his car heading for Future Shop. There wasn't a soul there when he skidded into the dimly lit parking lot at 5:30 a.m.
“I’ll be first in line!” he chortled Read More...
In Canada, the busiest shopping day of the year is December 26. It’s called Boxing Day.
In 2000, Boxing Day dawned clear and cold. Long before the sun peeked over the horizon my husband Gerry was in his car heading for Future Shop. There wasn't a soul there when he skidded into the dimly lit parking lot at 5:30 a.m.
“I’ll be first in line!” he chortled Read More...