A few days in Chicago helps.

Midwinter pastors Conference in Chicago means good worship, world class speakers, some great workshops and usually some amazing Chicago Pizza.

Well, it had all that. But the best part was the opportunity to have good conversations. To share some food and talk about life with other people in the work. Friends.

I think it was during one of the "world class authors and speakers" talk that we were encouraged to have friends from outside the church and out in the city or town where you lived. Duh, well yeah, of course. (Or maybe it just seems Duh to me, because it's a gap in my life.)

I've been realizing again just how crazy lonely this gig can be. There are many to care for, and many who know you as their carer, but friends? Well, not so much.

Thats why it's good to go away and connect with people who face the same sorts of struggles you do.

I feel like I've been heard, feel like I met with God there. I feel like He's told me some things that I've longed to hear. I feel affirmed and ready to go again.

And that came from some good conversations, over food and drink, with people who have work like I do. Sometimes I have the questions, sometimes I have the answers, but between it all, life is shared and hope is restored because we are not alone, there are others like us out there.

So I'm still letting my spirit catch up after these three stressful months, but it's coming. And I'm glad Marc is preaching tomorrow. That will be fun.

So remember to support your local pastor.
Its a worthy investment.

January 14, 2016 at 06:52PM

Today I received an amazing gift from a friend who was just in China. Time for tea I think. #blogit

January 10, 2016 at 06:44PM

Supper of this stuff and I'm back in the Nazareth old city or in the Bethlehem market. #blogit

Upon a Winter's Night on the Prairies

Upon a Winter's Night on the Prairies

I awake. 

Suddenly I'm trying to recognize the blackness of my room. Where am I? 

I smell
zest soap and old polished wood and a musty couch.
Ah, I am safe in my grandmothers livingroom.
I feel her comforter tucked up beneath my chin
and the quiet, moonlit street outside the window
reminds me that I am safe. 

Then, it comes again,
the sound that woke me.
The sound of the locomotive horn,
charging through the frozen, December night air,
into my safe, warm refuge - so sharp and clear
it's as if I'm standing right beside the track.
I hear the wheel's - metal on metal - running hard
on the frozen track. Past the elevator, past the
Gulf gas station, along the highway, heading to Winnipeg
and Thunder Bay and Toronto. 

Then suddenly, as quickly as it came, it's gone.
Silence envelopes the night, filling up the space that the train left empty in it's wake. 

It's quiet and dark.
The moon glow reflects off the cold snow into the window
and I pull the quilt up even tighter beneath my chin
blissfully unaware that for years to come, whenever
I hear a train in the night, I will feel safe and warm and wonderful. 


January 07, 2016 at 10:30PM

Came home after work to find it cooler than normal in the house. Found the boiler pilot out. It takes a long while to cool this place off or heat it up with in floor heating. It may have been off for a day or more. Got it fixed up, had a hot shower, and climbing into bed. Should be back to normalish by tomorrow. #cool #blogit