A pithy saying encountered back in the mists of time; "Death destroys more souls through conviction as wrong, that which is not actually wrong, than it destroys through persuasion as right, that which is actually wrong."  I hope I recall the wording correctly.  Comments welcome.

I arrived home from Kootenay presbytery at midnight last night, bursting with resurrection soul-energy for God’s wonderful world and wonderful church. The packed choir loft of Kimberley United Church in Kimberley B.C. yesterday couldn’t contain the harmonies of trumpet and voice in singing and playing What a Wonderful World (music and lyrics by Weiss and Thiele, arranged by Russ Robinson.)

My 93 year old Father-in-law's birthday pie is finally in the oven and I'm reflecting on other early-summer traditions.

Many of my Canada Day memories are located in the final days of camp staff training, readying ourselves to provide good 'habitat for the soul' for children coming to church camp.

I often speak about how people of faith provide the impetus for national discussions and dramatic shifts by appealing to heart and soul. I love recalling the leadership of, among others, William Wilberforce, Nellie McClung, Tommy Douglas, Martin Luther King Jr., and Desmond Tutu.

I've got a question.  It's a phrase that pops up every now and again here, and as Little Red Cinnamon Heart Day (the best thing about Feb. 14, in my opinion) approaches, it occurs to me more than ever to wonder about it.

My question is this:  What, exactly is a soul mate?  How do you know if or when you've met one? (or more?)  Do we each have one? Do only the Lucky Few ever get to meet theirs?  What does the phrase mean, anyway?

Welcome to my blog—a place to reflect with me on God’s abundant healing of soul, community, and creation. I hope you will visit often and be part of this sacred conversation.

The front page of the morning newspaper quotes an 11-year-old girl saying, among other things, “If you’re going to go through life, truth is big.”

Why do Fundamental evangelicals want to save my soul? Don't they have enough to do to save their own souls ( if they think they need saving)

This has always puzzled me. Why do they care? Why should they care?

Any thoughts?