‘This is how you do it, she said, and she put some water in the sink and got some soap and took it all in her hands and showed me how to wash my shirt in the sink. The shirt was short-sleeved and striped blue and white, horizontally, and the sink was in the attic […]
Cousins and gifts and a different sort of beauty Read More »
We’re talking about telling the truth, Jon and me, and the truth is something that to a seven-year-old boy can be this or that. Apparently at camp, a day camp just a few minutes from our Canadian home, he told everyone yesterday that he had been up at 5 a.m. here at the house playing
Jon to jump from helicopter … maybe Read More »
You never know what to say when you’re up there. Your name is called. There’s a presenter, a certain presenter picked just for you, waiting to hand you the honour, the certificate in this case, the paper of recognition that has your name on it. You walk up and you receive it and then, besides a simple
On Helen Keller, being blind and doing something Read More »
He was a black man and he could recite entire chapters of the Scripture, and this is what he did while teaching in this Muskoka chapel in his booming and prophetic voice. Some of us could barely rub two notes together, but by the end of the week he also had us all sounding like
Living in today with yesterday’s decisions Read More »
She’s a scholar of the Old Testament and her reading glasses sit on her nose, and then she takes them off, and then they’re on again, and she’s talking about hope and my son Jonathan is here in the group of adults because he has asked if can stay. The rest of the seven-year-olds, known
Children and hope at one crossroads or another Read More »
Liz is now tall enough to legally sit in the front seat when Daddy drives. Oh no. Today, it’s the front seat; tomorrow it’s a new car. What you might find more interesting is that young professionals in, of all places, Africa have some entitlement issues of their own. Here’s a recent commentary on it. PDF Version (Christian Week –
The Lord is my Shepherd. So why do I want a Porsche? Read More »
Ten years ago, in June 2003, my daughter Elizabeth Katherine was born. My life as a father began. And life changed, forever. I immediately wrote about it all, what I thought fatherhood might be about, especially as a travelling family with a foot in two worlds. The Hamilton Spectator published those thoughts at that time. Below is a
A Father’s Day letter to my daughter – Faraway home is where the heart is Read More »
It’s hard to know exactly how many orphans Uganda may have. Some estimates are as high as two million. What we do know is that there is one less. Her name is Hannah. She has been in our home for almost four years now. The interesting thing about Hannah is that long before we met
A prayer for Hannah. And this return visit to her orphanage Read More »
