All over Manitoba, and indeed from coast to coast in Canada (perhaps the world?), wherever school is out, and summer has set in, kids are heading to camp!
Faith is on my mind every day. It informs my ideals, morality and my dreams. It also drives my calling; both personally and professionally. My faith is central to my life, and when it isn’t, I feel the loss.
When I was 15 I busted up my knee pretty badly playing dirt-bike tag with my cousin, David. It was a bit of a freak accident.
If there anything is missing in our culture today it is balance. We are not good at living balanced lifestyles of rest and work, family and career, nutrition, or parenting strategies.
The recent bombing at the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester unscored again the profound level of hatred that exists in the human heart.
This past week a hornet’s nest was poked when a local website ran a short story about a brother and sister who took to the streets in Steinbach with poster board signs in hand to protest injustices they have felt from Child and Family Services.
I think people see me as a pessimist. Now, I don’t see myself as pessimist, I think I’m more of a realist.
If wonder is the foundation of all virtues, then gratitude is the mother of all virtues. You may struggle and struggle to be able to get a child to act good or responsible but if you can get them to be grateful, the rest follows.
I was fortunate to grow up on a farm with space enough to play, and toys to occupy those rare moments when my imagination failed me. Among those toys was an ancient John Deere snowmobile, of whose vintage I can no longer remember.