Author: Chris


Knots


Being the son of a fisherman brings certain elements into ones life. I am pretty sure that the reason I am not a morning person, for instance, is because getting up at 3am to go fishing may have ruined mornings for me. Fishing is, and...

Altars


I’m at a special place this week. Fifty years ago, Jackson’s Point in Georgina, Ontario, hosted the first National Music School for the Canada & Bermuda territory of The Salvation Army. I have been fortunate enough to be invited as their Bible teacher for the...

Two Birds


This morning I sat alone on a large brick patio for my quiet time with God. As usual, this involved my Prayer Guide, a Bible and my journal. I started my time in quiet. I closed my eyes and listened to the world, to the...

To Follow


I saw two men running at the beach the other morning. The one in the lead was older, wearing a colorful Gilligan-style fisherman’s cap, sunglasses and bright orange shorts. His white t-shirt was soaked with sweat and South Carolina humidity and he was pushing a...

Waves


We’re on vacation this week and it’s my first time in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Now that I’ve confessed that mortal sin, I feel like maybe we can move on. (For those of you who can’t fathom that there are people in the world who...

Thoughts on Rain


Earlier this summer, we had one week with quite a bit of rain. It wasn’t quite every day, but it rained most of them. Even the days it didn’t rain, the gloom and clouds suggested that it might at any moment. Some days it sprinkled...

“My heart is bigger than my face”


Andrew and I went up to visit with some friends in Boston a few months ago. We needed some father-son hangout time. We played some pool and air hockey in the man cave. I worked on a project with my friend and he played some...

A Bed of Coals


Our family joined with several who gathered together for the fourth of July this year at Camp Ladore in the Poconos. It’s a favorite spot for so many. After a boat ride, an afternoon at the pool and burgers and dogs on the grill, the...

A language like no other


As I wrap up my Newfoundland posts, I thought we’d go lighter. Enjoy a different side of Newfie life. (from a journal entry, May 6, 2017) I was warned. It still took me completely by surprise. Newfoundland speaks English, sort of. They have their own...

A heart like no other


(from conversations and journal entry, May 4, 2017) The Broadway musical “Come From Away” is dedicated to Newfoundland’s response to 9/11. It features events that took place in and around the town of Gander, whose population of 10,000 nearly doubled for 5 days. Dozens of...