2020 December

On 2020, the God of Christmas, and paying attention

2021-01-10T08:45:36-05:00December 19th, 2020|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , |18 Comments

It’s been a year of sadness. Not to bum you out. I’m just saying. And a year of vulnerability. Vulnerable. This was the man outside my house. His name is Victor. He’d walked across the city for some hours, pushing a cart of bottles collected along the way for money.

2019 December

Once upon a time there was you, and me

2020-01-31T14:43:34-05:00December 23rd, 2019|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , |4 Comments

The thing about those wild once-upon-a-time stories is that the good ones are always more true than we imagine. They can touch us profoundly. So here’s one: Once upon a time there was a little girl. A lost girl. Before I share more, though, let me say, as if it needs saying, that being lost is no fun.

2019 December

Waiting and living: an Advent reflection

2019-12-14T14:03:28-05:00December 7th, 2019|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , |3 Comments

Eat. Read. Pray. Fly out the door. School mornings this is the routine in our home. A recent reading was about waiting. Cereal went into empty stomachs. I closed the book and made a comment about slowness. The children’s mother said, “But remember, with God a day is like

2018 December

A story about a king. (And you.)

2019-03-04T22:12:37-05:00December 22nd, 2018|Categories: Hamilton Spectator|Tags: , , , |2 Comments

Love, if it’s the real deal, can be an uneasy affair. Even for a king in a story like this one. It’s a story about his kingdom, and choice, and existentialism, even as it’s a story about these days. Yes, once there was this king who was in love: madly and deeply and hopelessly. His power was unrivaled, but his heart melted for a simple maiden in a poor village.

2016 December

Awe and joy on the journey

2017-05-26T18:08:34-04:00December 24th, 2016|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , |10 Comments

(The Hamilton Spectator - Saturday, December 24, 2016) MUKONO, UGANDA ✦ It was just past sunrise in Congo at a mission refugee camp. This is when I walked into it. It was a certain and gentle light. It was in a church. I was alone. It wasn't much of a church, just plain with a dirt floor and simple benches and open ceiling. The space was empty. Still. Voiceless.

2016 January

No matter how desperate, we are not alone in this world

2017-07-18T01:39:57-04:00January 4th, 2016|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , , |0 Comments

(The Hamilton Spectator - Monday, January 4, 2016) MUKONO, UGANDA ✦ It was evening and dark and dozens of voices, mostly African, by candlelight and under bright stars, were singing carols in front of our long-time East African home. It was a moment to reflect on the days ending 2015, and a moment, also, when I was asked to say a word. “So where does everyone go at Christmas?” I asked the kids more than anyone. “Home!” they yelled into the night air.

2015 December

Open hands. Open hearts. It’s Christmas.

2017-07-18T01:41:38-04:00December 25th, 2015|Categories: Daily Dad|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

  Today’s post is a wish for a blessed Christmas for you and yours, a wish for peace and joy and all the things that (thank you, Paul) are to be seen at least through a hazy mirror even here and now, imperfectly yes, the sort of things of the heart that one day we [...]