Thanks to Alanna, our creative communications expert, HMC has started an online conversation about life, ministry, and anything else we choose to write about. In other words, we’ve started a blog.
I think laziness and workaholism are two sides of the same coin. Both are equally dangerous. Slothfulness is a lifestyle of perpetual leisure and rest. Those who engage in it don’t have time for work because they are too busy taking life easy. Workaholics are compulsive in accomplishing tasks. Their days are spent ‘doing’ something,…
Right now, part of my calling is to mentor emerging leaders. It seems strange since I always assumed that offering guidance to younger people would come when I was much older, at least after I turned thirty-five. Instead, I’ve been watching a few twenty-somethings hovering around wondering if I might be able to invest a…
This morning we sang the song “Lay it down” during two of our worship services. The words of that song resonate deeply with the questions I’m currently asking: questions like, “Who am I?”, “Where is God calling me?”, and “What is God asking of me?” Personal recognition and ambition often get in the way of…
I’m always amazed when big box store customer service associates use first person language when referring to their products. It makes me feel like I’m buying something from a likable individual who is just squeaking by on their monthly payments, not a multi-billion dollar, money hungry, corporation whose only interest is the bottom line. Ownership….
It’s been awhile. I’ve been neglectful lately. I’m sorry. I spent last week speaking in evening chapels at Mishewah family camp. It’s one of our denominational camps near Pembroke, Ontario. My family was there with a handful of others from HMC, a whole lot of people from other parts of the province, and countless blood-thristy…
Life doesn’t always go my way. I should have learned that by this point in my life. Thankfully, I live with a 6 year-old who teaches me some of life’s greatest lessons. Shawna had a miserable morning. She desperately wanted to do something. Mom said no. That’s how I got involved. She thought Dad might…