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Recently our worship service was opened with a call to worship that acknowledged that God is Sovereign, that He reigns above all and above everyone else and that He is actually in control. From that thought we were called to worship Him, submit our hearts to Him and acknowledge His goodness and care

It was a beautiful sunny day in April 2022, the kind of day that gives you an immediate boost because it is so darn nice outside. I walked along a path winding through freshly-ploughed fields to the Kenyan village of Mwaita, singing along to Stan Rogers to try and wake up my tired brain. 

On Nov. 16, 2021, I was snug as a bug in my very comfortable bed in the hospital. Leah had just returned from home to find out what was going on with me. I didn’t know, except there were a bunch of tests that I was scheduled to take. Apparently, depending on the results of the tests, I could expect

Have you ever said something to someone that haunts you later? Maybe you compliment someone, but then hours later while you’re trying to fall asleep that night you think, “I hope they took that as a compliment.” 

For those of our readers familiar with Seinfeld, one of the peripheral characters on the show has a problem with a particular punctuation mark.

Friday, Sept. 15. That is the day that the face of community journalism in Ontario was slapped, punched, scratched and clawed into something unrecognizable.

September means fall harvest on the farm. And while that’s a busy time of year, the Ontario agriculture industry also makes time for two of the biggest agricultural shows on its calendar: Canada’s Outdoor Farm Show (COFS) and the International Plowing Match and Rural Expo (IPM).

She had been exercising and eating well for six weeks. She came in and asked if she could check her weight. I reluctantly said yes. I was reluctant because she had made such tremendous progress; she was consistently exercising and choosing healthier food options for six straight weeks, and I didn’t

When I was a much younger lad growing up in the rolling hills of Fordwich, a trampoline was a relatively rare apparatus.

The Golden Hour can be either a serene and beautiful interlude between darkness and light, or a desperate race against death. It all depends on whether one is a photographer, or a medical first responder.

Anyone who follows the news, such as you fine readers, or follows local politics will know that one of the most common issues brought to municipal council is speeding on local roadways.

This year’s Association of Municipalities of Ontario annual general meeting and conference attracted over 2,500 municipal leaders, government officials, civil servants as well as other interested stakeholders. Among those other stakeholders were a wide range of companies and organizations who are co

Cruising back to Listowel from Fordwich in the Vibe the other weekend, I had the windows down and the radio turned up.

About a month ago Leah (my caregiver and wife) was invited to a friend’s (Her name is Dee) cottage up near Kincardine for three nights. My health had needed Lea’s full attention, 24/7, for the last two years and three months. She left me alone while she went to visit but had a PSW come to check up o

Surely all of us can think of a time – or seven – where life has, for a lack of a better term, crapped on you.