When you feel the wind
Each summer in Prince Edward Island, I pause on the dirt road and watch the gulls on the grassy field. I pull my jacket tighter around me against the wind,…
Why God calls us to take up our cross
As I sat back down in the pew last Wednesday, my forehead marked with a cross of ash, I noticed the little girl, two or three years old, in the…
Looking down to look up: the gift of Lent
Sometimes you can only look down. But even that can help you see up. On Wednesday, someone will smile into my eyes as they touch the cross-shaped ash onto my…