Yearly Archives: 2010

We are sitting at an Annette Campagne concert.  With around 60 others from our town of Kindersley.

Annette sings our style of music.  Great jazz bass player with her.  Her own voice is strong and her personality enjoyable.

The song “Woodstock” is sung.  In a folksy style, but well done.  Jill and I quietly sing along.  Feels like the old days!!

Then refreshments happen.  One of our friends, 10 years our senior, wonders what that “stardust” song was – she hadn’t heard it before.  Another friend, 20 years our junior, also relates that he has never heard the song.

Here we are, stuck in the middle (sounds like a great chorus for a song!).

Today I sat down with our new staff sergeant at our local Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) detachment.  Our discussions ranged from drug and alcohol use and abuse in town to the local church.

In this case, the head of our local police was also once a pastor.  He also attended an Alliance church previously.  There is a possibility that he will attend our church.

As I look over the town, I have had a number of opportunities to sit with our social services people over the last while (believe it or not, police do factor into that whole segment of the professional population).  I am enjoying encouraging them in their work and pointing them to God.  Perhaps, for such a time as this, I have been called. 

Always nice to feel called and to enjoy the call at the same time!

This morning my wife is serving as secretary at the church while our regular secretary is on holidays.

The task for the morning was to type in some words to a song – Amazing Grace (My Chains are Gone) by Chris Tomlin. Her fingers flew over the keyboard. And us older age people are inspired as she wrote:

Amazing Grace, my chins are gone!!

I’m trying to turn Thursdays into my day off.  So the week end feels more like the mid-week.

I’ve often wondered how shift workers survived.  For years my father worked shift.  Looking back, I always figured that his Sundays should be a day off.  So I would expect him to take part in the activities of the day – when he might be rushing off to a night shift soon.

But somehow dad was there for us.  He must have spent some days prying his eyes open.  My appreciation grows even more as I have passed from being a father – and knowing how tough it is to be always present for your children – to now being a grandfather and realizing the toll that constant activity has on a body as you get older.

All that to say – come Thursday I’ll take my week end.  And enjoy it!