Today we are helping our son Jesse move to Fredericton to begin his B.A. studies. So I won’t be with a computer today. But I just want to share with you a story I told my community on Sunday: I have a brother two years younger than I who has lived out west for decades. He left home when he was 16 for reasons I don’t need to get into. I’ve seen him only a matter of days these past... Read more

I had a sleepless night last night. I went to bed at 1am, woke up at 2am, and was up the rest of the night. I’m worried about my community. I always feel very inadequate as a pastor, in spite of my extensive theological education, pastoral experience and apparent gifting for it. “Apparent” I say because often it doesn’t seem apparent to me. And apparently it doesn’t to quite a few others also. Sometimes… no, most the time, I feel... Read more

The most radical kind of grace is the kind that has no expectations on the recipient. It loves and forgives before there is even a hint of worthiness or repentance. God doesn’t love what I’m to become. He doesn’t love the perfect idea or realization of David Hayward. He loves me as I am now. In fact, God loved me when I was dead, with nothing to offer and no hopes of offering anything back. This kind of radical grace,... Read more