The reflective person is, first and foremost, a question asker – one who finds in every experience and assertion something that requires further investigation.
Others tell one who one is. Later one endorses, or tries to discard, the ways others have defined one.
Each day holds a surprise. But only if we expect it can we see, hear, or feel it when it comes to us.
It is more blessed to give than to receive (Acts 20:35).
Recently, it seems that hardly a week goes by without experiencing a personal assault by a credit card hawker.
People are joined in friendship through their foolishness. Community cannot be sustained at too high a level.
Recently a number of persons have referred to me as an artist of sorts after reading something I have written.
We live in a time when technologies and ideas are adapted in response not to need but to advertising, salesmanship, and fashion.
One of the reasons I enjoy living on the Canadian prairies is that here we have four very distinct seasons every year.
It has been customary at times in the context of my church experience to whittle down the concept of salvation to a formula.
