Hoarding, Talking With The Dead, & Lessons Learned From The Past

f our friends didn't know us better, they might have thought our house had become a scene from the A&E show Hoarders over the past several weeks. After closing down the storage unit to which we were holding the belongings of my deceased stepdad's, we decided it best to put the remaining boxes in our home until we had a chance to sort through them and decide what to keep and what to let go of. It has made for a emotional and physical rollercoaster ride over the last month.

Opening each box seemed to reveal a little more of dad's story while we found a treasure of memories he had kept and moments we had even shared over the years. Good times while camping in the mountains and struggles during...

The Eclipsing Of My Soul

Closed. I sat in a waiting room this afternoon reading these words from my friend Preston Pouteaux. They brought me into a prophetic reflection of this morning's eclipse and the event of the world being drawn to witnessing the astrological wonder where the celestial orbit of the moon cast a dusk like shadow across the earth as it passed between our planets orbit and the ever present light of the sun. Emotions were high. Expectation. Mystery. Even a little fear.

It seems remarkable to think about the few moments when something so big would cut us off from the very hope of the rising sun. Could the moon truly be so engulfing as to keep our whole world in the dark, chilled by the loss of...

Charlettesville Vigil In YYC

"We Christians, in particular, need to face the degree to which white Christianity has failed – grievously, tragically, unarguably failed – to teach its white adherents to love their non-white neighbors as themselves." It was these words of Brian McLaren in his reflections 'What I Saw In Charlottesville' that convicted me in my walk as a disciple of Jesus to speak out against the injustice of racism and bigotry while at the Charlottesville Vigil here in YYC. After witnessing the brutal violence and death of Heather Heyer as a vehicle careened into a crowd of demonstrators last weekend, my heart raced with emotions as one sign at the vigil exclaimed in Heyer's last posted tweet, "If you are not outraged, your not paying attention!".

Arriving in front of City Hall, there was a fair sized crowd that had gathered around the platform. I saw people groups from many ethnicities and culture along with...

The Greater Miracle

Recently my friend Rohadi penned an intriguing post titled 'Your Wholeness Found In Community' as part of a conversation in Cypher Church. He shares that, "2000 years ago (and similar today unfortunately), if you suffered from physical problems you were kicked out of community. That left you on the outskirts of everything including the city."

Since April of 1994, I've lived through the lens of someone who has physical problems. After a high speed car crash on the highway just east of the city on the way to Chestermere Lake, I am an incomplete quadriplegic who lives life with the challenges of wheelchair mobility. I have always been one to say...

The Stillness Of Loss

They say writing out your feelings can be therapeutic so, I suppose this post is more an exercise of my heart in this moment of time. Our house over the last two months has been rather still, numb in a way, and quiet as we contemplate the loss that has come into our lives. It was July 12th when we first lost our good friend "Sir" David as he passed away due to the injuries of collapsing down the stairs following what we might think was a stroke. Then, after a 3 month stay in hospital from an unexplainable illness that caused drastic weight loss and the breakdown of his immune system, my stepdad passed away the morning of July 6th. Followed now on this past Monday July 24th when our good friend Rod passed away after a 5 year battle with liver and kidney failure.

While the loss of one close relationship can be devastating in itself, this unstoppable wave of death has flooded our thoughts and emotions with the feeling of mortality and the fleeting strength of physical life. Our hearts are broken for the families of our friends and...

Pancakes, Sausage Links, & Canadian Maple Syrup

"YAAAAAAHOOOOOOOO!" I just wanted to disappear! My mother's yell was no doubt heard blocks away as she let out her best Calgarian cheer from Nana's little kitchen on 6th Avenue as all 20 of us (at least it seemed like it) piled into her and aunt Ruth's small two bedroom apartment. It was a family tradition on the first Friday of Stampede to go down to Nana's for her famous Stampede Pancake Breakfast while watching the parade from her balcony 16 floors up.

I was always a little shy as my mother would put on her jeans, western shirt, and her white cowboy hat that she would wear once a year solely for...

When Mountains Crumble And Seas Roar

There is an old Nietzsche proverb that says, "When you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

For the last month I have been gazing far into the significant life changes happening around me. A close and dear friend has passed away unexpectedly, another has been given news of failing health and the need to move to accommodate new life expectancies, and then there is the significant palliative decline of my stepdad who is slowly dying in hospital of unexplained reasons. I too, have been through significant...

Inceptions: Campfires, Scouter Bob, & The Art Of Storytelling

The flames flicker as I gaze into the embers of my memories and imagination...

Stepping out of the lights and noise of the others still in the cabin, I took a deep breath of the clean crisp Kananaskis air while looking upwards at the clear starry night sky above me. It was beautiful and I felt an overwhelming sense of freeness just being there, as though the world had become so much bigger. This was home away from home for me and time was never ending.

Not to far off was the glow of the rising campfire...

A Experimental Narrative to Ephesians 4

Well, here goes... There lives a magnificent artist and like all masters, his palate is an extension of himself. Spreading the colors of life across his palate he took up the one singular narrative of his masterpiece on one single grand canvas. Blank as it was, with each brush stroke life was brought to the canvas and the artists expressions lite up the imaginations of all who saw it.

Starting with an apostolic background the essences of the colors mixed creating variant shades that would later interconnect the dynamic articulation and contexts he would soon add to tell his story. 

With a backdrop set, the artist began adding a prophetic environment of setting and a revealing of place and time. This brought out the hidden and deeper meanings of...

Of Pride & Self Worship: A Theological Exegesis of Amos 6:1-8

Introduction This exegesis is meant to explore the oracle of Amos 6:1-8 while also having an attentive mind to the ways in which God may be speaking to us today. It is Amos who states, “Do two walk together unless they have agreed to do so?”[1] A rhetorical question that the prophet asks early in his letter so that those who would hear his words would recognize the deep calling he felt in proclaiming God’s judgments to the nation. While Amos walked with the Lord in this calling, let us also walk together as we listen to God’s words of judgment through his prophet and seek a deeper discernment to what God may reveal to us today.

Amos the Man and the Backdrop of Israel

The prophet Amos was an average Judean countryside herdsman and caretaker of fig trees near a small town called Takoa, which was about 10km south of the city of...