The Sound of Light
Ken and I were standing in the middle of a tree-lined street in St. Albert looking up at a gibbous moon. (like to use gibbous-a word Mary gave me-when I can) We...
Category: Spirituality
Interview with a Minor Diety
I harbour a minor deity. I regard him without trying. I have overcome his malevolence many times but on a weak day he makes his home with me. He survives prayer...
What Kind of Poverty?
It was a Sunday like today, with a sharp cool fall wind, but sunny, when I walked Heather home from church. I had called to her from the sidewalk, she was in th...
Doubt
I’ve made this discovery about doubt. Doubt allows me to breath. It allows my faith to breath. What is it like to be absolutely certain? It’s alien....