It came to me that people wondering about God might be compared to someone looking for an apartment. Read more…

I still like winter. The beauty of the fresh-fallen snow refreshes the soul. Bundling up to go out to shovel, walk or play still feels like fun.

This morning we awoke to this scene, another big storm stretching from the Atlantic states through Ontario, Quebec and the Maritime provinces. True, such a storm wreaks havoc on the modern industrial/commercial world, and unnecessary travel presents true danger that should certainly be avoided.

Our home, however, shelters us from the storm. We see it, hear it, watch it, but the walls and roof and furnace defeat the ill-effects of the storm.

I sense a parable in this storm. Read more…

Where I work the earth turns to grime galore in the rain. The hiring company’s logo disappears from sight. The identifier our company uses requires constant cleaning to remain visible, at the cost of rag after rag, and a string of paper towels at the end of a shift to clean the magnetic signs before storage.

And this came to me: Read more…

I work outside at night, usually.

Last night was quite chilly (below freezing). But there was almost no wind so the cold did not bite. The moon was bright (2 days till a full moon)  even through the thin clouds, which eventually drifted away. Read more…

To what will I compare the spiritual life? Read more…