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I AM MAN… Hear me roar! ….and choke up

I AM MAN… Hear me roar! ….and choke up

I just stepped in pee. It has nothing to do with this post but I can’t think of a way to start this entry that somehow escapes the “it’s been so long since I’ve last written” bit so I figured I’d start there. I walked into the basement bathroom–which is rarely used by anyone–and immediately felt a wetness on my sock. Turning the light on I notice the puddle of approximately 3-5 day old pee. It only caught the side of…

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My 6.3 Seconds

My 6.3 Seconds

A couple of weeks ago I spoke at Grassroots Church on accepting the reality that we are not the main character in this story – and that if we actually understood what our role is, we’d probably approach this journey we’re all on very differently. I used my own story of serving as an actor… er… extra in a little indy film called “Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest” as a sort of segue into my point. It was…

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Mingling with the Splendours we See

Mingling with the Splendours we See

A few weekends ago we were out camping with some friends. One morning my buddy and I woke up early, hopped on the quad, and drove some 20-30 minutes to access a hidden lake in the middle of seemingly nowhere. As we drove up the hill to the lake, the scene we beheld was surreal – the water was glass, the air was crisp, standing at attention, holding its breath. The trees looked down on us, roused from a night’s…

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“Beg Your Pardon?”

“Beg Your Pardon?”

My dad’s dad died last Friday. He was 89. Grandma and Grandpa had been married for almost 68 years, which in itself is a feat so rare today. He owned a garage and through it supported a family of 10 kids in Estevan, Saskatchewan (It’s a strong Roman Catholic family ;)). Ironically, I’m told, he was a lousy mechanic, not too unlike his grandson – but he liked “tinkering.” Sadly, I don’t have a great deal of memories with Grandpa,…

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My Son is 4.

My Son is 4.

  Cam turned 4 yesterday, which is crazy. The last 4 years have been probably the greatest of my life. Rhonda’s too, I think. He’s going to start school in the fall and so life will go in all sorts of new, predictably unpredictable directions. It’s an exciting time. I was reflecting back to when Cam was born–which is what you do on your kid’s birthday–before the incident in which there may or may not have been a fainting at…

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