There it is again. That ache. The pain. The reminder of loss, of things left behind. Of people, lives, relationships, goals, passions and dreams altered. Separated. Not because of physical loss but spiritual, emotional. One act of obedience that changes the path and leaves a portion of your heart on the side of the road….
Author: sage and sorrow
Are we doing enough?
Earlier this season I attended the local Town Hall gathering for The Meeting House. Included with the expected information was the introduction and subsequent conversation about Jesus Collective for which the initial launch and development path is pastor/leader focused. One of the attendees voiced a concern that for them, an initial launch of pastor/leader focused…
Don’t Box Me In
For just over three years, I had the luxury of working in a local ministry environment. The final year of this journey had me step into a new church environment while my family remained with our home congregation. I would hear rumours of people asking where I was, why wasn’t I present at Church A…
2 Seconds of Bliss
It’s the fraction of a moment when you first wake up where things are full of potential. Look out a window, take a deep breath, yawn, stretch, sigh, maybe pray for a moment or simply be. And then reality sweeps in. The crushing weight of … fear, loneliness, grief, hopelessness. Futility. I remember a time…
Grief is not linear
There is no straight line from loss to what we’ll call recovery. I’d like to say “all my life I thought…” but truth is, I never even thought about grief, about loss, about what it means for everyday, what that loss does to the light, to time, to joy, to the very act of breathing,…
You: Vulture. Pohtaytoe: Pohtahtoh
Before you turn away in disgust, never to visit this blog again, hear me out. God made a unique creature to fill a very specific role, a purpose only for them. He gave them a very specific collection of attributes necessary to complete their task. Often, this creature is considered unusual, unconventional. It doesn’t fit…
Things change
No kidding. And Life’s not fair. But Eventually it all comes out in the wash. Ugh. The cliches generate that icky taste in the back the throat, perhaps as much for their overuse as for the kernel of truth that rankles. It’s truth that one hates to acknowledge as truth. Yet here I am. Everything…