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Why my wife will always be “My Bride”

It apparently came on the back of a friend’s truck down the Ontario highway from Hamilton to London. It was the day My Lovely Bride and I married. The item was an electric piano, the sort that, at that time, wasn’t so small. Even though I was handling most of the details of our wedding reception on that summer day, […]
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Losing yourself and moments of true intimacy

(Christian Week - August 2013) HAMILTON, CANADA ✦ It was a summer Sunday and communion was finished and so was the sermon and they stood, both of them, old and gray and a little stooped. And we all clapped for some time to say 'congratulations' and 'thank you,' too. This, in a Hamilton church, a moment to show that even after 60 years of marriage you can still stand as man and wife and smile at the world, and smile with the sort of lines that show old things like truth all over your face. It's something to think about as marriage hits hard times.
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Jon and Hannah on the birds and the bees

The conversation with my so mature 8-year-old boy went like this: Jon: Dad, when are you going to tell Hannah about the birds and the bees? Me: When she’s ready. Jon: When will that be? Me: When she’s ready. Then shortly later, the conversation, now with Jon and Hannah, all of seven, went like this. […]
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A knowing minister and a doubting Thomas

The problem, he told me, is that not once was there any reference to sin or repentance and the entire message was so watered down that it was made simply too irresistible for the lukewarm to refuse. This, at a church picnic. The lament was from a minister who I have known for a long […]
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On anniversaries and a medley of “summer love”

(Hamilton Spectator – Friday, July 26, 2013) Love has always been one of those loaded words, one that means everything and nothing at the same time because we can love the latest Bond movie or country music or summer rain, but this has nothing to do with summer love at, say, a July wedding, or the love that shows on the faces of a couple who have sailed through thick and thin.
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On anniversaries and a medley of “summer love”

(The Hamilton Spectator – Friday, July 26, 2013) HAMILTON, CANADA ✦ Love has always been one of those loaded words, one that means everything and nothing at the same time because we can love the latest Bond movie or country music or summer rain, but this has nothing to do with summer love at, say, a July wedding, or the love that shows on the faces of a couple who have sailed through thick and thin. This is what it was the other day, an anniversary of 55 years. The man smiled and looked me in the eye and told me that he knew from the first time he saw her. “She stepped off the train and I heard a voice: ‘This is the woman you’ll marry.’”
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Time

There is a time to weep and a time to laugh, and a time to keep silence and a time to speak, and a time for many things under the sun. This is how the poet in Ecclesiastes put it. He was talking about time in the sense of what happens in it, that is the type […]
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Ancient People of the World

My daughter Liz is a rather astute little 10-year-old and I can’t help but show off her writing every once in a while. Here’s some verse she just wrote about change called Ancient People of the World. Ancient People of the World My friends, my friends, we gather. So much to talk about, history. We […]
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Miss Manners goes to camp

It’s the other day, Friday, and I’m saying goodbye to my children’s cousin, the little girl of My Bride’s sister, a bright little six-year-old with wavy brown hair and the best manners. ‘Why thank you for asking,’ she would say all week whenever I asked how her day was, her day at the camp that […]
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Cousins and gifts and a different sort of beauty

‘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 […]
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Jon to jump from helicopter … maybe

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 […]
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On Helen Keller, being blind and doing something

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 […]
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Living in today with yesterday’s decisions

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 […]
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Children and hope at one crossroads or another

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 […]
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The Lord is my Shepherd. So why do I want a Porsche?

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 – […]
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