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Pause for Reflection: The true spirit of Christmas giving

Merry Christmas to all my readers and thank you to the many who have expressed their appreciation for this column. In my search for a compelling Christmas story I found several. The test I set for this story was that it had to move me to tears.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Last week I attended our granddaughter's annual choir concert. Though jazz never has been my favourite musical style, the harmonies and instrumentations that came from the hands and mouths of those teens were jaw-dropping.

Pause for Reflection: Advent and the true spirit of Christmas preparation

A young couple moved into a new neighbourhood. The next morning while they were eating breakfast, the young woman saw her neighbour hanging the wash outside. "That laundry is not very clean," she said. "She doesn't know how to wash correctly.

Christmas according to Lucy

For us, one of the joys of the 2010 holiday season will be to watch the festivities through the eyes of Lucy. Lucy Christina, our newest grandchild, will be nine months old on the last day of December.

Pause for Reflection:

The father of five children had won a toy at a raffle. He called his kids together to ask which one should have the present. "Who is the most obedient?" he asked.

UC Chimes: Carlyle United is on Facebook

It's hard to believe but the new church year has begun already. We've changed the colors from green to blue and there are all kinds of strangely dressed characters dropping in to our church services. This year's Advent theme is "Fresh Starts".

Contradictory wisdom

Some words just seem to roll deliciously around the tongue while others, more guttural in sound and pronunciation, seem harsher in meaning and more deliberate in their elocution. Take, for example, the word "oxymoron".

Pause for Reflection: November reflections and speaking in parabolas

Is childhood ever long enough, or a happy time, or even a beautiful summer day? All of these carry the seeds of the same fierce mystery that we call death.

Comfort one another

A friend told me of a visit to one of our local doctors. "Doc," he complained, "Sometimes I hurt in my knees, sometimes in my hands andah, I just seem to hurt somewhere all the time.

Pause for Reflection: The power of love and the danger of hatred

I had a dream inspiration recently. It was set at Olswick's Dam, one half mile east of my childhood home on the prairie farm.