December 4, 2015
Quietly, one Sunday premium
It was after church one Sunday when she slipped quietly into the seat behind me. I sensed that she needed to speak, and to be heard, so I excused myself from conversation with others around me. She began with an apology for missing Bible study the previous week. She’d planned to let me know before our group met, […]
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November 13, 2015
Truth or fiction? premium
As a child I loved to lose myself in the imaginary worlds created by my favourite authors of children’s fiction. I didn’t need to travel anywhere; just by picking up a book and reading, turning the pages one by one, I discovered exotic places, long-ago eras and distinctive characters who had adventures, dilemmas and abilities […]
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Running on empty premium
The other day I drove to a friend’s house. She lives some distance from me and since it was a brisk shining day and I wasn’t running late, I chose to enjoy the warm light and the drama of capricious spring clouds darting across the sky, allowing my mind to slow down—to stop rushing. Somehow, this […]
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October 9, 2015
Mess, massage and metaphors premium
I don’t often have a massage, but I had one for an hour a few days ago. And as usual, I remembered why I should have them more often; somehow I always forget how quickly Harry finds everything that hurts. Harry is a middle-aged masseur who, while short of stature, is big on strength and he pushes, prods and probes […]
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September 24, 2015
Of capitals, books and gods premium
Occasionally I get paid to be a pedant. That’s pedant, not pendant. It means I get paid to notice small errors and inconsistencies in language usage that others don’t notice or aren’t bothered by; a useful habit for an editor, but an annoying one in just about every other way. Just ask my kids. If I were a […]
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When in doubt, follow the instructions… premium
Every now and then, and apparently out of nowhere, a question will flit into my mind. It might not demand much attention at first, but when something unexpected reminds me that it’s there, I tend to take more notice. Exactly this kind of question arrived in my mind on the second of January last year. […]
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Nostalgia for Saturdays premium
We couldn’t wait to try it out. Dad had been working on it for several weekends, using precious Saturday afternoons and off-cuts of timber and particleboard from his shed to construct a one-of-a-kind go-kart. It wasn’t the first thing he’d made for us and it wouldn’t be the last, but the tantalising prospect of speeding […]
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June 5, 2015
Simple, unexpected and beautiful premium
Last Sunday as I sat in church, something happened that made me smile—something simple, unexpected and beautiful. We were celebrating the Lord’s Supper together. It’s not something we do together frequently, but somehow that makes the remembering more particular and significant. The way we go about it is not very formal, but somehow that pared-back […]
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To do or not to do? premium
Do you have a to-do list? Do you even like to-do lists? I write to-do lists because it helps get the buzz out of my head—a swirling confusion of many things yet to do. And they help ease a lurking dread that, if I don’t write them down, I will forget something important or urgent or boringly mundane. Although preventing my […]
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