I worked Sunday night shift. Monday morning my sleep was interrupted just after 10am (way too early). But my beloved (wife) informed me that she had just learned the brother in a family which has proven to be good friends over the years died. The funeral was to start in about half an hour. So I rushed around and made it to the funeral home, with no time to spare. Read more…

I just got home from a funeral on a First Nation Reserve where I served Jesus some years ago. The deceased was brutally murdered. The police investigation continues.

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