AI, AI OH?

I make no apology for my cheesy title; it is a contemporary re-working of a traditional children’s song:  Old MacDonald had a farm; AI AI Oh. And yes, I thought it up all by myself! No AI involved—a product of my own warped imagination, more attuned to poetic scansion than content-rich technical analysis. You must... Continue Reading →

Charismatic Creation

A sermon for Pentecost Sunday 2024 -- St. Stephen Anglican Church, Summerland BC “So Ken, are you a charismatic Christian? “Not sure how to answer that question. Why do you ask?” “I used to hear about charismatic churches, especially twenty or so years ago. Don’t hear much about them now.” “What stuff?” “Speaking in tongues;... Continue Reading →

Notwithstanding Poilievre

Cards facing up on the table; I value compassion, conversation, collaboration; I abhor competition, collusion, and condescension. Call me wimpy; it’s what has worked best for me over the years. Readers of this blog are well aware that my own politics lean progressive and left, so a criticism of the Canadian federal opposition leader Pierre... Continue Reading →

Bear, or Berra? – Juno is curious

Labradoodle Juno is a popular dog-blogger living in Summerland BC with her MaPaw and PaPaw, Ken and Kathie Gray “What was your name again?” Juno asked. “Yogi.” “That’s an unusual name. Reminds me of Yogi Bear, you know, Yellowstone Park and all that—don’t burn the forest down—a Saturday morning cartoon character.” “No I am not... Continue Reading →

Murder, Mystery, and Memory

A sermon for the Second Sunday of Easter, April 7, 2024St. Saviour Anglican Church, Penticton, BC Having opened the murder-mystery floodgates last week—the tomb was empty, so no body, but we do know who killed him, Pilate and noisy voices within an unruly crowd—I cannot resist the temptation to continue with the genre of crime... Continue Reading →

An Easter sermon

For St. Saviour's Anglican Church in Penticton BC -- Sunday March 31, 2024 A VOICE IS HEARD IN RAMAH,HIROSHIMA, SALVADOR,WOMEN REFUSING COMFORTFOR THEIR CHILDREN ARE NO MORE;NO GARLAND OF LOVELY FLOWERSCAN DISPEL THE ANCIENT GRIEFOR SILENCE THE ANGUISHED VOICESTHAT ABHOR THE WAR MACHINE. This song was written by Coleen Fulmer, a lay Franciscan working in... Continue Reading →

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