Easter, ongoing resurrection in Christ

No sermon from me today โ€“ A rare weekend off. Enjoy instead a blog from the Centre for Action and Contemplation. Dean of Faculty Brian McLaren encourages us to make Easter an expansive celebration of resurrection.  What might happen if every Easter we celebrated the resurrection not merely as the resuscitation of a single corpse... Continue Reading →

Stop, and smell the roses

A sermon for the congregation of St. Saviour Anglican Church, Penticton BC on the fifth Sunday in Lent, April 6th, 2025 โ€” The Very Rev. Ken Gray It is said by those who teach writing that every paragraph should start with a strong opening sentence. In A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens opens with... Continue Reading →

Hobbies and side-hustles

I am looking forward to visiting with others who graduated from Victoriaโ€™s Oak Bay High School fifty years ago, the Class of 1975.  As interest spreads my guess is that around fifty of us will show up at a Victoria hotel in early June, hoping that we are recognizable and we will recognize others. I... Continue Reading →

The gift of volunteers

The best of friends โ€” Ken Gray, photo It was such a lovely dinner. Around sixty members of the Anglican parish of St. Stephen, Summerland (STS), and Summerland United Church (SUC) enjoyed beautifully seasoned schnitzel, mashed potatoes whipped to the texture of icing sugar, tender cabbage rolls and a fluffy bun, all finished off with... Continue Reading →

New yearโ€™s Northern Lights

What a great way to start the new year, every year, but especially this year, early on New Yearโ€™s Day 2025, a walk in the woods enjoying a Northern Lights display. My friend and colleague, Louise, lives in Smithers, the Gem of Northern British Columbia. Despite warmer temperatures than normal this year, snow lay on... Continue Reading →

Winterโ€™s Cloak โ€” A poem

With thanks to Karen Pidcock for the share. This year I do not wantthe dark to leave me.I need its wrapof silent stillness,its cloakof long lasting embrace.Too much lighthas pulled me awayfrom the chamberof gestation. Let the dawnscome late,let the sunsetsarrive early,let the eveningsextend themselveswhile I lean intothe abyss of my being. Let me lie... Continue Reading →

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