A day not forgotten

When we walked out onto the Massey Hall platform in June of 1983, I really had no idea what awaited us. Not only did we not know where we would be stationed, but I had no idea what running a corps would mean. And of course, I had not really thought about the fact that…

A new podcast

My good friend Jennifer put me on to Steve Cuss. I tried to go to his website on my work computer but it blocked me. Maybe because it is called Cuss Words. I don’t know. Weird. At any rate, here he is on You Tube and I’m happy to listen to him and appreciate his…

Trying to build a bridge

I’m dealing with someone in my life who I would like to encourage and cheer on, but am finding them distant and defensive. Your first question is rightly have you talked to him? Good question, and the answer is yes. More than once actually. I’ve attempted to understand, hear and build a bridge but what…