While I concur that I may not see the full effect of my life with my natural eyes before I leave this Earth, there is a lot that I do see, here and in my world, and I see it because God’s kingdom rule is in full effect here, just as it is in Heaven.
A while back I offered a brief survey of Bosworth, the long-vanished hamlet on Wellington Road 7, on the Peel/Maryborough border.
Four-eyes. Remember when that was the kind of insult that burned?
As the GPS, standard in most cars and smart phones completes its directions and a vehicle pulls up to the address a cheery maiden announces, “You have arrived.”
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With Valentine’s Day upon us, I am reminded that I really don’t enjoy this romantic pseudo-holiday tradition, despite being very much in love with my spouse, the Carpenter.
Growing into a teenager, I’ve noticed our society’s fixation with romantic love.
Our impulse control is clearly not in check this morning, so please excuse the rant on a subject that has been our passion for closing in on four decades.
Long-disappeared Bosworth was once a place of importance.
St. Valentine’s day turns our minds to thinking about love and faith.
Last Sunday, Charlotte Broome very generously passed on to me a bag of old newspapers, clippings and other fascinating historical items that had been accumulated by her mother, the late Edith Broome, who served as Elora’s librarian in the 1960s to the early 1980s.
I am so excited for this weekend I’m not sure how I’ll get through the next few days with any focus, except that of wishing time would fly faster, because this coming weekend promises several rough spectator sports, like watching the Carpenter sit through the Super Bowl.
They still call it MBWA – management by wandering around.