This month, I returned to parish ministry following a 4-year sabbatical. One of the individuals who encouraged and supported me to be a pastor when I was young was my first wife Pam who died 9 years ago.
There are many celebrations in life where we wish we could bring back a deceased loved one.
Do you ever find yourself in the middle of a celebration missing that person? (more…)
My Dad was dying with a terminal illness. My wife had been diagnosed with third-stage ovarian cancer. I felt stretched trying to take care of my wife and spend time with my Dad, who was in his final days on earth. (more…)
Mother’s Day is an acute reminder of what we still miss when Mom is no longer alive on this earth. We celebrate – but it’s bittersweet. Joy mixed with sadness.
Strong memories capture our hearts and minds as we think about the love we shared. On a day when many gather as families, we also find ourselves shedding some tears as we miss her. It’s important to remember and bring Mom closer. (more…)
I like bunnies and chocolate eggs. It’s fun to watch the grandkids go on their Easter egg hunts. It’s wonderful to spend time with family during the holiday season.
We are doing this once again on Easter weekend. (more…)
I’ve learned about these gifts from spending time with people as they are dying.
I’m just wondering why people don’t think about these prior to their last moments of life on earth. What would happen if we chose to share these special gifts this Christmas? These are BIG gifts. (more…)
All of life is a series of memories that are either positive or negative – very few are neutral. We remember most all of them, but usually choose to give special meaning to those memories that are positive and uplifting.
My friend, Gary, had a special animal companion that died last week. (more…)
My wife, Erica, has had laryngitis for over a week now and I don’t like it all. I want to hear what she has to say, but it’s difficult to hear her soft whisper. So I’m forced to be more extroverted and carry the conversation. Or conversely, we’re both resigned to being quiet introverts together – side by side – at least until she regains her voice. (more…)
Because he was an awesome grandpa. And I wish he could see his grandchildren and great children. He would be so proud of them.
My grandchildren don’t know their great grandpa and I think it’s time to introduce him to them.
Some may wonder why I would speak about the dead. What significance might it have in their tiny lives? For the same reason that people want to know where they come from and what their history is.
Story. Narrative. It’s always story. And story always connects. People always want to know where they come from and where they’re going. Those before them give a hint as to their future.
I’m a pastor and my heritage had a big influence on that – it keeps me focussed. Over and over again, I reflect upon my history – my story – and its significant role upon who I am today.
“Let me tell you a story about your great grandpa,” I will say to the grandkids. I will show them a picture or a special item and talk. Then I will say, “Do you know that a little bit of your grandpa is in each of you and the road you travel forward will include him also?”
They probably won’t understand this deeper principle, but maybe they will someday – when they are thinking about what is next and what in the past might contribute to their future.
I see my father in my life more than ever before. It makes me understand who I am and what I am still becoming.
I was taking a break and stopped in at our local pub. I had been working hard, preparing for some lectures I was to give and wanted a change of environment. I often write at the pub, so I sat down for a beer and pulled out my computer. A regular patron approached me and asked what I was writing about. (more…)
I love Tom Lysiak. He was part of my growing up in Medicine Hat when he played junior hockey for the Medicine Hat Tigers.
He was one of my heroes. I followed him, cheered him on, and supported him. He should have won the Calder Trophy for Rookie-of-the-year over Dennis Potvin. He had a better first year. (more…)