Tag Archives: Isaiah 43:1

You Are Mine

Worry is the first sign. I’m attached to an outcome. What if the bus is late? What if I get to the airport and the planes don’t fly and the buses don’t run and I’m stuck at the Kelowna airport … Continue reading

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When the Son of Man Comes

Tuesday night I met a friend for coffee at Tim Horton’s. Just as I was leaving, a young man with a cardboard sign asked me for money. “Want a pair of socks?” I asked. “Sure,” he said and smiled. I … Continue reading

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