From the Pastor’s Desk
My oldest son has recently purchased a property in the Muskokas just outside the town of Bala. This was particularly exciting for me because I spent 10 days of every summer at a scout camp mere kilometers away along the Moon River.
What is the sense that you have when you open up the Bible? Does it feel like a duty or more like a delight? Is it a habit that you’ve developed over years or an occasional, spur of the moment decision? Does it feel like the words of an old, faithful friend being spoken to your soul or a complex book from an ancient world?