Friday, July 12, 2013

Shadows -- Kathleen Gibson



We all have one, uniquely our own. They move, but don’t live. They respond instantly, but can’t see, hear, or communicate. They touch us but we feel nothing. The tiniest can’t be picked up and the largest take up no space.

Strange things, shadows. Since they were tiny, my grandbeans and I have played with them.

It took awhile for the children to recognize their own shadows. Something so ephemeral doesn’t fit well into the concrete world of a child. But then came shadow puppets at bedtime; shadow companions, cheering company on long walks; shadow duncecaps on each pebble at our feet. And one day they knew shadows. They recognized shadows. But they still don’t understand shadows.

Two of my grandbeans have named their shadows. Butterfly is cross at hers this week. I grinned as I read her mother’s Facebook status: “Tamika keeps following her around! AND has the indecency to wear the same clothes as her. She's tried stepping on her, but it won't make her go away. She's tried turning around fast - same problem.”

Ever been mad at your shadow? How do you fix that? The child knows: Since Tamika only appears when the sun is bright, she has decided to stay out of the sun.

I have another answer for that little girl, one I learned a long time ago: Forget the shadows. Keep your face to the sun, and they’ll always stay behind you.

“There won’t be any shadows in heaven,” a pastor friend commented the other day, while several of us lingered over a late breakfast. His words startled me. I’d never considered heaven from that perspective, and it delighted me. The Bible does say heaven will have no need of ‘sun to shine by day, or moon to shine by night.’ That no darkness will enter that eternal space; that it will be suffused with clear, pure light. Non-glaring, non-extinguishable. Nothing can block it—the eternal Light of the World, Jesus Christ…the Son of God.

“But I will miss Lucy in heaven,” said the other shadow-naming grandbean, when I told them their would be no shadows in heaven. “NOT me,” said her sister, she who finds hers distressing (this week at least). “I won’t miss Tamika. She is my WORST best friend.”

“My worst best friend.” How like a child to unwittingly snare the truth we adults learn only by difficult experience. For in the deepest, blackest shadows of life; in griefs and losses and midnight wakings—the dark patches we try so valiantly to push away—we begin to comprehend God’s nearness.

Got shadows? Keep your face to Heaven’s bright Son…Jesus Christ. 

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Sunny Side Up has been published weekly in various newspapers and elsewhere since 2001.
Read more in Kathleen's book, Practice by Practice

Monday, July 08, 2013

How is Your Bookshelf? - Laura J. Davis

Writers usually have a plethora of books of all types and genres. We are avid readers (or we should be), who are so insecure that we often look at someone else's writing and say, "I wish I could write like that",  or we critique it while we are reading it, trying to find anything at all that the author screwed up on, just to make ourselves feel better. Oh, c'mon! You know you do it!

As writers it is important that we practice our craft daily and that we don't close our minds off to instruction from others. Advice and guidance from a well-seasoned writer can go a long way. Blogs on writing can give you helpful hints, but an arsenal of books on writing are also good to have on hand. The following are books that I have read or have been recommended to me. I invite you to check them out on Amazon.






















































































Friday, July 05, 2013

Echoes of Latent Capacity by Ruth Smith Meyer

Recently I was reading through my past blogs.  My thoughts in the past months have often been drawn to the need for prayer and I have had several occasions where I have seen quite dramatic and obvious answers to prayer. When I read this one, I thought it was worth repeating.   
In our adult Sunday school class we talked about the value of prayer.  Someone asked “What exactly happens when we pray?”  Saturday, I had been reading over the scripture I was to read for the service and it included Jesus’ promise that if we ask anything in his name, he would do it, so I already had been thinking about prayer and the great resource that can be to us as we face the difficulties and quandaries of life.  The thoughts had been percolating in my mind even while I slept. 
          What exactly happens when we pray?  Many answers to that question come from past experience.  When we pray we connect to a power greater than we possess. When we pray, we take the focus off of our anxiety and frustration and we zero in on the one who loves us more than we can ever understand.  When we pray we learn to trust. Sometimes, we are able let go of the urgency and are content to wait for the answer. That in its self can be a difficult but freeing step for one who wants to do something about it now!
          Guess, though, what I found myself saying in reply to that question yesterday morning.  I hadn’t even formulated it in my own mind, and I’m not sure that I have done so yet.  I expect I am going to be mulling it over in my mind for some time to come. But here it is, if not in the exact words, it is the idea. 
          “God made me in the beginning, and he made me more complex then I have discovered even in all the years I have lived.  Sometimes when I pray for strength, or wisdom, or guidance, I think in that quiet prayer-time, God just leads me in an archaeological “dig” to find what he already placed inside me.  Together we find the strength, the wisdom the understanding that fits the moment—the answer to my prayer.  He gently brushes off the dirt in which it has been buried, hands it to me and with a pat on my back says ‘There you go!’”
          Far from putting me on an ego trip, leaving me saying, “So I have all I need within me, I don’t need God.”   I am humbled to know a bit more about how God made me.  That knowledge makes me even more aware of how closely I should work with my maker. Who would know better how to make something work right, how to fully utilize the inner workings and possibilities than the maker himself?   To try on my own to use all that I have been given is like trying to figure out all that can be done with my computer by trial and error only.  I most certainly will never find that out on my own.  But if I could work closely with the maker of my Dell Laptop and with Bill Gates, for instance, I would find within its 12”x15”x 2” makeup, many applications of which I now know nothing. 
          Writing has been a revelation in that area.  Often as I sit writing, ideas come to me and they’re formed into words as my hands operate the keyboard. Sometimes I am amazed when I read them over again.  Did I really write that? 
          This morning, I am conscious of the need to stay in close contact with my Master so that the possibilities he placed in me can be found and released.
Through the past year’s challenges, I sometimes felt as though I’ve reached the “bottom of the barrel,”  I know too, the stories in the bible where what seemed the last of the flour and oil, where the meager loaves and fishes were multiplied to sustain and nourish.
Could it be that I haven’t given prayer enough time for the archaeological “digs”  to produce what I need?          


Thursday, July 04, 2013

Life is a Poem - Rose McCormick Brandn

If you build your life on my words, said Jesus, you will be like a house built on a rock. When rains pour and rivers flood, your house won’t collapse. (My paraphrase of Matthew 7:24)
The Greek word Jesus used for the idea of building a life on His word is poieo. The English word poem comes from this word. Poets use words in creative ways to build something original.
“Be a poet,” Jesus is saying. “Take my words and build a life with them.” His words build solid foundations. His words can decorate our lives and turn them into something beautiful.
Recently, I met a pretty mother of two small children. She told how she’d been addicted to heroine, sold her body on the downtown streets and lived in constant rage. I looked into her clear eyes and soft face. I couldn’t picture her slashing her arms, screaming out for help. One rainy night, in the grizzly downtown core, she went berserk. She felt like she was in hell.
Foolishly, she’d built her life on a sand bar. A hurricane had rushed in from the sea and flattened her life. In the middle of her destruction, she remembered that God loved her.
That night this young woman began to build a meaningful life, a poem, because, as Corrie ten Boom often said, “No darkness is so deep that Jesus is not deeper still.”
As long as there’s breath, it’s never too late for God to take the meaningless jumble of our lives and turn them into a beautiful poem.
Build your life on the solid foundation of Christ’s words. 
“One well-chosen word at a time. One stanza of service at a time. And with our words and deeds, we can leave something beautiful behind in the lives of others.”  Eugene H. Peterson.
 
Rose McCormick Brandon writes personal experience, faith, life stories and the stories of Canada's child immigrants. She is married to Doug and lives in Caledonia, Ontario.
Visit her blogs: The Promise of Home (http:littleimmigrants.wordpress.com) and Listening to My Hair Grow (http:rosemccormickbrandon.wordpress.com). Contact address: rosembrandon@yahoo.ca. 

 
Her latest book, One Good Word Makes all the Difference is available here.

Wednesday, July 03, 2013

On Safari . . . (Peter Black)

It was about 34 years since we’d been to African Lion Safari at Rockton, Ontario. That was when my wife and I were still a young couple and our sons were youngsters. We recently made a long-overdue visit there. This time we went as senior citizens, with a busload of peers. The place is much more developed now, with more family fun amenities, such as a water play park, pontoon boat rides and miniature train rides.
What a great day! I thoroughly enjoyed being “on safari” – the easy way – in the safety and comfort of an air-conditioned bus, complete with interesting driver commentary. We marvelled at massive elephants and rhinos and bison, took snapshots of lazing lions and cheetahs, and gazed at lofty giraffes and lowly wildebeest. Grandmas Oohed and Ahhed at dozens of cute baby deer. Grandpas marvelled at the aerial speed and grace of birds of prey.
Even better was that we saw old friends and met new ones. Among the new were Don and Bev, who live in the Hamilton area. Bev, an outgoing person, sparkled with joy. Don, while quieter, is warm and friendly. The couple shared with me an amazing story of Bev’s descent into a complex debilitating illness and her journey – really, it was their journey – back to health.
In 1995 a variety of disturbing physiological symptoms began to affect Bev’s health, advancing at an alarming rate throughout her body. Imagine her shock and dismay when she – a very active person – began to experience arthritic symptoms and pain that rapidly escalated in severity. Several persistent organic symptoms emerged, including gastrointestinal difficulties, affecting her stomach and digestive system. Breathing became difficult, and COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease) was diagnosed. Neurological abnormalities emerged also. It appeared as though there was an all-out assault on her body. More was to come, as intense pain coursed through her eyes, affecting her vision.
Bev consulted various doctors, and was referred to specialists, resulting in a battery of tests, including testing for MS (Multiple Sclerosis). Thankfully, that one proved negative. The prospect of going completely blind, however, was horrifying. Tests confirmed glaucoma and another eye condition; both were treated. She was medicated for the lung condition, but eventually required to use a wheelchair, since she had insufficient breath and strength to walk. Her physician advised her to get her house in order; that she should prepare for the eventuality of dying.
Don stood firm with her in the midst of this vortex of mystifying disease, as did friends from their church. Bev maintained her trust in the Lord Jesus. While she still had sufficient sight she wrote down scriptures of encouragement and thoughts that lifted her spirits and kept her focused. Fortunately, the extreme pressure in her eyes lowered, and she was assured that God was with her in this journey – that she wasn’t in that dark tunnel alone, for the Lord was her light.
One day Bev sat in her wheel chair at church. A guest preacher prayed for her, then asked her to come to the platform. Instantly, strength and healing coursed through her body and she virtually trotted to the steps and up she went. Other symptoms soon left her. Several people who witnessed her amazing healing at that service were on our Safari and could attest to the transformation that occurred initially and that continued until her recovery was complete.
May Bev’s story of God’s mercy encourage us to raise our gaze heavenward in the midst of our struggles, of whatever kind they be.

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Peter A. Black is a freelance writer in Southwestern Ontario, and is author of “Parables from the Pond” – 
a children's / family book (mildly educational, inspirational in orientation, character reinforcing).

 (Finalist -- Word Alive Press ISBN 1897373-21-X )

His inspirational column, P-Pep! appears weekly in The Guide-Advocate. His articles have appeared in 50 Plus Contact and testimony, and several newspapers in Ontario.

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Tuesday, July 02, 2013

DOING MINISTRY DIFFERENTLY - Eleanor Shepherd



            After five years of active retirement, during which I pursued part time and full time employment in a variety of non-profit organizations, I decided to return to my first love, pastoral ministry.  On Sunday, I again stood before the congregation to lead in worship.  However, I have learned a few things over the years and I will no longer be doing pastoral ministry the way that I did when we started out over thirty years ago. The world in which I will be ministering has changed significantly and so have I. 
            What obvious change am I making?  I decided rather than stand behind the pulpit to proclaim the Word of the Lord, I am choosing to sit on a stool at the front of the congregation and chat to them as if they were in my living room.  The content of my message may not be changed significantly.  I will present to them the things I discover as I delve into the Bible to try to understand its meaning for our lives.  I will make suggestions and recommendations based my understanding of the Bible.  I believe these can help those who are present to try to learn to live out their faith in a practical way from day to day.  I will speak of my own experiences and those of others who have inspired me.  This seems like an appropriate approach in an era where people do not want to be talked to but rather to enter into dialogue.  If what I am presenting is true, and I believe that it is, they will be able to recognize that and apply it to their own lives as they are seeking anchors for challenging circumstances. 

            Another change I have opted for is to create an opportunity for interaction from the congregation at the conclusion of my sermon.  When I listen to the radio every morning, as I am preparing for the day, I have noted that after item that is presented, the announcer requested response from the listeners and suggests the various ways available for that.  Listeners are requested to tweet, email, go to the Facebook page, or call a number and leave their response to the subject matter.  Interaction is encouraged.  To adapt to the way things are being done, is actually Biblical.  One great example of this is the Apostle Paul, who went to where people were gathering to have philosophical discussions, which were a favourite pastime of his day.  There he presented the Gospel so others could consider and respond to what he said. 
            Attempting to attune myself to what is happening today, I have decided to invite interaction to my messages.  I invite people to raise questions or give comments related to the material that I have presented.  On occasions that I have done this so far, the results have been quite positive. 
            One unintended benefit that I see from this is a possible greater level of communication within the congregation.  As someone raises a question or concern, it is possible that there is someone else present who has been thinking along the same lines.  During the coffee time, after the service the two of them may get together and take the conversation further, enabling them to converse about faith issues at a deeper level and build community. 
          
  Another change that I want to implement as I undertake these pastoral responsibilities, is to try to minister from my strengths.  The more time that I spend in doing the things that I am able to do well, the greater will be the contribution that I can make.  However, of course I must not neglect those things that must be done for the effective operating of the congregation, for which I am not particularly gifted.  What I hope to do is to be able to encourage the concept of shared leadership with the congregation, so that others who are gifted in areas where I am not will be able to assist me in these areas.  This way we can be more efficient and each free to offer to the congregation those things that we do well. 
            I am aware that a rare opportunity is mine.  I am able to have a second chance to do at sixty what I tried to do at thirty.  However, I now have thirty years of living and learning, making good choices and bad ones and learning to some degree how to discern between the significant and the important.  I am not sure what all the consequences of these changes will be but I am excited to find out. 
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Monday, July 01, 2013

CHRISTIAN FAITH AND CHRISTIAN LIFE -- Alan Reynolds




A Meditation on John 15:1-11

Like love and marriage, horse and carriage, Christian faith and Christian life go together. Both are important.  Both are essential.

 As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself unless it abides in the vine, neither can you [be fruitful, productive] unless you abide in me.
(Note John 15:1-8).

Faith and life are like the way the branch is part of the vine: Christian faith is "life in Christ," an integral, living relationship.  But Christian living is evidence of that faith in the fruit which the branch bears.

Christian faith and Christian life.  Both are necessary.  And yet we are continually trying to separate them.

 Christian Life without Christian Faith

Some things stick in your memory.  I was a young minister, no doubt quite idealistic.  She was one of the key people in my congregation, involved, committed, and responsible. Then one day she said to me, "Oh, I’m a church member, but I wouldn’t say that I'm a Christian." I was shocked. If she would not call herself Christian, what about other members of the congregation?

 There are many people, perhaps you are one of them, who believe that Christian life can be separated from Christian faith.  "I live by the Ten Commandments and the Golden Rule, but I don't see any need to go to church, to be part of a community of faith." Essentially they are saying, "I accept Christian principles and ideals, but I can't say that I believe all the stuff you're supposed to believe if you're a Christian!"  "I believe in Christianity, but I don't believe in Christ."

 This kind of attitude was more possible a few years back when it was assumed that Canada was a Christian country and most people who lived here were at least nominally Christian; when there was a more-or-less accepted standard of respectable living which was equated with Christian living. As long as you didn't get drunk on Saturday night and beat your wife and children, or get caught stealing from the company, as long as you went to church when it was reasonably convenient, you were looked upon as a Christian.

 That day is gone.  Long gone!

Being a Christian in today's world is no simple thing.  It's not something you can take for granted.  You have to be able to give a reason for your faith.

 More and more we're realizing that Christian life cannot be separated from Christian faith; Christian principles from Christian belief.  If you're in, you're in, and you need to mean it.  You can't be a Christian on your own, just by living a respectable life.  You need the support of "faith" (a living relationship with the living Christ), and the support of the community of faith, as the branch is part of the vine

A Rose Cut Off 

When you cut off Christian life from Christian faith, you attempt a division that is as fatal as cutting roses from a bush and placing then in a vase of water in the house.  For a while they seem to keep on growing, the leaves continue green and the buds open to full bloom.  But we know that when we have cut them off from the bush, they will not continue to live very long.

  In the early spring, we sometimes cut boughs from the forsythia bush and bring them into the house, put them in water and rejoice in the still dark days to see them spring to sprays of glorious yellow.  But much too soon, the flowers die and the petals fall. The death sentence is pronounced when the branch is cut from the bush.  Even while they are still blooming, they are dying, because they've been cut off from the source of their life.

 When we try to live by the morals and principles and ideals of Christian life without the practices and habits of the faith which sustain them, we may bloom and flourish for a period of time, but in the long run the principles and ideals will die, because they have been cut off from their source of life.

 This is the point of the words of Jesus recorded in the fifteenth chapter of the Gospel of John:

 Abide in me, as I abide in you.  The branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it stays on the vine.  So you cannot bear fruit unless you abide in me.  I am the vine.  You are the branches.  Whoever abides in me, and I in him, bears much fruit.  For without Me, you can do nothing (John 15:4-5).

 Not a put-down.  Just a statement of fact.

 True of society

What is true of the individual is true of society as a whole.

 As a Canadian, I am proud of my country, its roots and traditions.  Rightly so. In the past, we have called Canada "a Christian country." But insofar as Canada has been a Christian country, it has been, in our time, an uprooted Christian culture, what Elton Trueblood has called "a cut-flower civilization," cut off from its roots, from the vine which has nourished it.

T. S. Eliot wrote, in that strong, stark poem he called "The Wasteland,"

 What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?  Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. . . .
He who was living is now dead.
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience
 (lines 19 and 328).

Economists (e.g. Barbara Ward) have told us that the "technological explosion" of the last one hundred years and more was made possible by the accumulation of economic capital through the thrift and industriousness of our Puritan forbears.  If they hadn't worked so hard and saved so much, our present standard of living would not have been possible.

 Are we not like the son who, having been given the family business, does not work to add to the capital passed on to him but instead depletes it and fritters it away?

 Are we not a culture living on the "spiritual capital” of the past?  We have been given a trust, the wealth of a heritage of those spiritual values and ideals we call "Christian."  But in the past century we have neglected the foundation on which these values are founded.  We have tried to live as branches cut off from the vine.  Do we really believe that we can continue to bear the fruit?

 Christian Faith without Christian Life

But the point of Jesus' image is that the branches must abide in the vine in order that they may bear the fruit.

 In this is my Father glorified, that you bear much fruit. . . .  Every branch that bears no fruit He cuts away.  And those bearing fruit He prunes that they bear more fruit  (John 15:8 & 2).

 Let's face it.  Perhaps the number one reason why some people say they live by Christian principles but not by Christian faith is that they see so many pious people who do not exhibit much of the grace of God.  Some of the people who are most religious are nevertheless lacking in the qualities Jesus most emphasized - justice, and mercy.

 It is written; "The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, self-control" (Galatians 5:22-23).

I have no doubt that each one of us can think of people who claim the Spirit of Christ but who do not exhibit to any noticeable degree that "fruit" of the Spirit by which God is glorified. On the other hand, we can point to some people who are all those things we say a Christian should be but who make no claim to faith.

 However, these may be the exceptions that prove the rule.  In general, I must say that I find that the kindest, gentlest, most gracious people I know are people who claim faith and live by it.  These too, I would say, are the ones who have the greatest joy in life, not always the joie de vivre which comes and goes, but the joy that
abides even in the face of discouragement and difficulty.

And when I look back on the older folk I knew as a child, those who have passed on to us the life we now know, for all their faults, they were a pretty fine group of people and they gave us a goodly heritage.  They were ones, for the most part, who combined their faith and their life, branches that held fast to the vine and who did bear much fruit.

More Comfortable; Talk About God vs With God

But in the deepest sense, don't we make the separation between faith and life because it's more comfortable that way?  It's more comfortable to claim the life than it is to live the faith. It's easier to talk about God than it is to talk with God.  It is a fearful thing to face the living God. These "Christian principles" we talk about, they are really ideals, beyond our doing.  The living of the Christian life is an ideal and we all fall short.

 It's comparatively easy to accept what we call “Christian principles" and to feel good about ourselves because we do this.  It's comparatively easy to say, "I live by the Ten Commandments and the Golden Rule" and interpret them in your own way to say what you want them to say.  But when Jesus interprets them in the Sermon on the Mount, when He gives us the command to "love God with all our heart and strength, and our neighbour as our self," such complete commitment is more than we can profess to keep.  It's much more difficult to accept Jesus Christ as Lord of our life and to acknowledge His unconditional claim over all that we have and are.

 We take a commandment of the Old Testament, "You shall not commit adultery," and we say, "Well, I've never done that!"  Then along comes Jesus and says, "If you have looked at a woman with lust, you have committed adultery with her already in your heart."

 The Old Testament says, "Give ten percent to the Lord!" But the New Testament says, "All we have is the Lord's."  If we acknowledge that one hundred percent belongs to God and in everything (time, talent and treasure) we are accountable to God, then we have much greater cause for humility.

 It is precisely because we do not live as we should by the teaching, the principles and ideals of the Spirit of Jesus our Lord, that we are driven of necessity to cling to the vine. The life that He asks of us requires of us that the branches abide in the vine.

 Separated from life, Christian faith becomes phoney. But separated from faith, Christian living is not really possible.  Christian life must be a part of Christian faith. They go together, like love and marriage, horse and carriage.

 When I was a boy, growing up in the Annapolis Valley of Nova Scotia, the farmers would go out into their orchards in the spring of the year to prune their fruit trees.  They would cut out the branches that weren't producing any fruit and pile them in great piles by the edge of the orchard.  On late spring nights, sometimes the darkness of the night would be dotted by bonfires, here and there, as the farmers burned the branches that had been cut away.

 Anyone who does not abide in me is thrown away like a dead branch; and these are gathered together and thrown on the fire and burned (John 15:6).

                          Those who have ears to hear let them hear!
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Friday, June 28, 2013

Removing Fences in Writing/MANN

Recently, I parked the car in a side lot of a small rural church, facing a cemetery. Over the years, I had stood there as family or friend to say goodbye to a loved one. I had also stood as pastor offering words of condolences and Jesus’ words of eternal life. However, I hadn't been here in several years and noticed that even parked where I was, I felt a part of the total property.
There was something special about the cemetery today, and I couldn't quite figure out what it was. I wondered if it was because the trees surrounding the property were in full leaf, forming a canopy over the grounds, or maybe my eyes noticed the white, red and other flowers perhaps left from a recent funeral. The tombstones stood symmetrically like guardians watching over their loved ones, speaking volumes of heritage and tradition.
I continued to wonder. Suddenly, I realized why everything stood out clearly, colourful and welcoming: someone had removed the front fence. Maybe it hadn't been there for years, but I noticed it—today. A large open fenced acreage to my right looked inviting.
It was this last realization that caused me to reflect on previous writing I have done over the years. Some time ago, I wrote a blog that encouraged writers to bring out those old pieces of work and look at them with a new perspective—in other words, remove the fences, the expectations and the verdict we might have given them. I had stated that life experiences and new perspectives gave a clearer vision of the purpose of previous work.
When I do this, I am always pleasantly surprised. Sometimes I catch myself thinking, “Why would I have written this story with such a limited audience in mind?” Even as I read these pieces, I add snippets in the margins of new insight I've gained since the last write. Occasionally I stroke out complete sentences or paragraph, admitting that my theology or perspective of Godly opportunities and guidance has changed from the time I initially wrote the work.
Is this refreshing? Indeed it is. By removing some fences, I add a completely new perspective to the work. In this way, writing can become more welcoming to the stranger who might find us by surfing the Internet, to a visitor who stumbles upon our blog or even to a regular supporter who always feels included in whatever we write. Removing fences doesn't mean we compromise individual beliefs or personal convictions—it might just mean that colours are distinguishable, parameters are clear, and we are able to define what is important to us in a way that creates a large circle of readers.
I liken this in some ways to church lawn signs, “Everyone is Welcome.” I’m never sure if that actually means everybody, or if it means, ‘if you’re like the rest of us.” Therein offers my writing challenge.
Blessings,
Donna
Aggie’s Voice: The Stratford Years is the third YA novel in the Agnes Macphail trilogy, coming early fall 2013 (Brucedale Press)
A Rare Find: Ethel Bullymore—Legend of an Epic Canadian Midwife, coming October 15, 2013 (Castle Books Books Canada). 

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