Musings with PWC

I grew up in the era of the “front living room.” This was a more or less uninhabited space—except when company came over. I remember we had a maroon couch in there that, although old, looked new, simply because no one ever sat on it. That room was different from the “den.” The den went through a series of well-used couches, which, when we were finished with them, eventually ended up at the dump. It was the room with the TV, and it was thoroughly used by our family. The front room was nice to visit—but not used much. It was also a room where you had to be on your best behaviour: use proper intonation, mind your manners, and be very polite. After all, if you were in there, so were visitors. The den, on the other hand, was a place to sprawl out. To yell when the Leafs won the Cup (yes, it was 1967!). It was the place to snack and burp out loud—as long as Mom and Dad couldn’t hear. Why the story of the two couches? Because those two couches, those two rooms, represent a couple of (very use...

  John 5:25 (ESV) 25 “Truly, truly, I say to you, an hour is coming, and is now here, when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God, and those who hear will live. The more you hear, the more alive you are.  Gradually, you will hear more and more, and you will become more and more alive.  So there is the paradox of Christian spirituality.  The longer you live physically, the more you die physically.  The longer you live spiritually, the more opportunities you have to become increasingly alive.  So that at the end of your physical death, you are more alive spiritually than you ever have been prior.  How?  By listening to the voice of the Son of God!   That spirituality will then burst forth into eternity.   This is why D.L Moody wrote the following:  “SOME day you will read in the papers that D. L. Moody, of East Northfield, is dead. Don’t you believe a word of it! At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now. I shal...

  When you read the book of  Job, you are reminded—again and again—that things are NOT what they appear to be.  There is often NOT a clear answer.  There is often an undefinable darkness, wonderment, and mystery. As spiritual progression and maturity occur, one must realize this.  Sometimes things are left unanswered.  Sometimes God seems to be silent, quiet, and even absent.  It is in those times that our faith is strengthened and honed to shine brightly for all eternity.  We say this glibly, but we need to say it faithfully: ‘Only eternity will reveal the true story.’  My all-time favourite poem: THE WEAVER My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me. I cannot choose the  colours, He weaves so steadily. Oft times He weaveth sorry, And I, in foolish pride, Forgets He sees the upper, And I the underside.  Not till the loom is silent, And the shuttle ceases to fly. Will God roll back the curtain, And explain the reason why....