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I smell freshly mown grass and my chest expands. A sense of freedom, gratitude, wonder and delight emerges. I follow my senses to my childhood, lying on the lawn looking up at the clouds in a blue, blue sky. No … Continue reading
Posted in Reflections, Songs
Tagged Aboriginal Peoples, Anglican Church of Canada, Canada Day, Changes, Esther Hizsa, Gordon Lightfoot, green grass, Indigenous Ministries, J Dumont, Phil Ochs, Psalm 104:19, spiritual direction, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver
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Love Mischief
God’s been up to some love mischief. I have three pieces of evidence. Last Sunday I preached on the lectionary readings for the day. I was captivated by an image I found in Psalm 116 which said that God inclines … Continue reading
God Inclined His Ear to Me
I love the Lord, because he has heard my voice and my supplications. Because he inclined his ear to me, therefore I will call on him as long as I live. –Psalm 116:1,2 I imagine God inclining his/her ear to … Continue reading
Posted in Childhood, Helpful Images, Reflections, Spiritual Direction
Tagged Burning Bush, Douglas Steere, Esther Hizsa, Father Elton Fernandes, Helichrysum: Memory of the Sun, Henri Nouwen, Michael Cook, Night Prayer, On Listening to One Another, Pentecost, Psalm 116:1-2, SoulStream, spiritual director, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver
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Stones, Slivers and Silence
I love being with people and look forward to social gatherings, but I often come home with a stone in my shoe. When I shake it out and it falls to the floor, I recognize that moment when something went … Continue reading
Posted in Poverty of Spirit, Reflections
Tagged Anne Duifhuis, community, Dale Wagner, Done in a Day, Esther Hizsa, insecurity, Kamaljith K V, Mental Health, Mouth of friend and stranger, Mustard Seed, Patty Wagner, Ride Don't Hide, spiritual director, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, St. Patrick's Breastplate, Wendy Linnington
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Flies and Cold Fish
I’ve been doing too much, thinking too much. I’m so full of thoughts about what I have to do, my prayer times are inundated with them. I try to push them away, but each one promises to be the thought that will … Continue reading

