Come to the Table

“Come to the table,” Mom called. Dad, seven boys, and a girl, me, elbowed our way into the place set for us. The table had one end pushed against the wall with chairs on each side and Mom’s chair at the head so she could move between the kitchen and table. Our places were designated... Continue Reading →

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The Thief

They say your whole life flashes before your eyes in the final moments of time on this earth, but as I looked at the cross at the front of the church on Good Friday of 2007 it was not my life that flashed before my eyes. Nor was I considering the life of my Saviour,... Continue Reading →

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