Digging Deep into Worship: Psalm 3, Introduction

The Bible's hymn book is rich in theology and artistry and is foundational to the ways in which we worship together today.

Understanding what's really going on in ancient poetry, and in divinely inspired writing, can mean digging hard for answers, and pausing to rest.

Happy New Year

At 10 minutes to midnight, Meg was sitting in the safest place she could find. On the couch in front of the TV, wedged between the armrest and an extremely affectionate young couple. She figured she was inaccessible. She'd spent the evening dodging the optimistic Ed. A friend of Joyce's from work who Meg had heard quite enough about over the last while. "You'd really like him!" Ug. Joyce had invited them both to her New Year's Eve party, and Ed had decided, after a few martinis, that he did, indeed like Meg. And with midnight looming, she wasn't going to be in kissing range. Not that there was anything wrong with Ed, she just didn't appreciate being set up and wasn't going to play. As long as the affectionate couple stayed affectionate, she figured she was safe. She balanced her drink on the armrest, laid her head back on the cushion and relaxed a bit. And yawned. She realized how tired she was. The TV was set to Tim...

Those Who Mourn

It was in July 1963 that Walt met Allen. And November when he’d lost him. Five months. Walt had just started as pastor of St. Anthony’s Anglican. He and Esther had spent nearly 13 years at St. Stephen’s. Their first home. Their first church. Where they’d left little Faith. It had been hard to leave, especially knowing the tiny grave would be an hour’s drive away now. They promised each other they’d come and visit, but he wondered. Esther would be teaching all week, and Walt worked Sundays, and he knew from experience that Saturdays had a way of filling up. He worried that the little plaque on the ground would get lost in the grass and stepped on and cracked or something. He’d lie awake worrying about that. One of the things he’d inherited from his predecessor at St. Anthony’s was a soup kitchen. St. Stephen’s hadn’t had one. It was in a small town and it didn’t seem to be necessary, but this was an actual ci...

A Merry Little Christmas

This was Tony's first Christmas on his own for, well, ever, really. He'd been with his parents for the first 25 or so, then with Meg. Last year Shane had been here, then off to Meg's for New Year's. So this was his first real bachelor Christmas and he was determined that it wouldn't suck. He was going to decorate, and play some tunes, and eat Nanaimo bars and gingerbread. Christmas Eve was taken care of. He'd found a sign-up sheet on the bulletin board at work for a charity hockey game. One of those 24 hour things to raise money for the hospital. A few guys had already signed on, and Tony thought it sounded fun. He hadn't played in a few years but he'd been pretty good in his day. Then, he'd been having coffee with Walt and telling him about the game and Walt asked, "What are you doing Christmas Day?" "Don't know yet." "Neither do I. We should do something together!" "Sounds...

Worth A Thousand Pictures

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