The political swing in this province, this country – even in our little hamlet of Inglewood – has been staggering. What a difference six months makes…read more
I keep looking into their faces to understand the mystery.
Surely a clue lays in the wrinkles under their eyes, their rosy cheeks, their greying blond hair…read more
Our family recently arrived back home to Rotterdam after some four weeks on the road.
“The road” was France and Italy. Our home was a camper caravan, an inexpensive tool in order to get to Paris and Rome…read more
I’m having a dream but it isn’t like Martin Luther King’s.
I think I’m in a gym taking an exam with hundreds of other students. My head is down dealing with all the questions…read more
In the past week we’ve been strolling through the ancient cities of Dordrecht, Oude Beijerland, Buren and, the biggie, Amsterdam. It’s mesmerizing for me to stand in front of structures that were established before Columbus sailed west in search of a new world…read more
How does one reside in a ministry setting for nine weeks, to participate and to observe? Michelle and I find ourselves asking that very question again and then again as we weave among the fine people at Scots International from Sunday to Sunday…read more
After two weeks in the land of the Dutch, one can’t help but evaluate and compare cultural distinctions. It’s inevitable.
An added consideration is that both Michelle and I have this ancestral…read more
It was a mere whisper, but it swished around at the bottom of our stomachs like Campbell’s soup and had reverberated up into our chests. And now it had crept out of our mouths! A cold, lonely and damp, dilapidated tiny 1950’s apartment in the middle of Rotterdam…read more