Connecting for life

Thanks to Gary Schmidt for this lovely little piece. My father is in his eighties, and every morning he insists on walking to the little grocery store at the end of the street. Iโ€™ve told him a hundred times, โ€œDad, you donโ€™t need to do that. I can order everything online. One click, and itโ€™s... Continue Reading →

Truth spoken here

I started piano lessons when in third grade at school; I was around eight years old at the time. I remember my first lesson. (For Victoria friends, my first teacher was Robin Wood โ€“ I lasted about three lessons): Right hand only โ€” C D E - E F G - switch fingers 5/4 -... Continue Reading →

Such a cloud of witnesses

A sermon for the congregation of St. Stephen Anglican Church, Summerland BC - Sunday, August 17th, 2025 โ€” The Tenth Sunday after Pentecost - The Very Rev. Ken Gray A woman approached me after a sermon I recently preached in Penticton, quite upset, as I intentionally contrasted the love of the Good Samaritan with the... Continue Reading →

The meat in the belly of my brother

A sermon for the congregation of St. Saviour Anglican Church, Penticton BC โ€” The Eighth Sunday after Pentecost, August 3rd  2025 โ€”The Very Rev. Ken Gray Someone in the crowd said to Jesus, "Teacher, tell my brother to divide the family inheritance with me." I remember the death of my motherโ€™s parents, my grandparents, Maxwell... Continue Reading →

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