I have had the privilege to grow up on a farm. This has instilled in me a desire to grow flowers, berries, fruit - even on our small lot. I remember walking behind a 16 horsepower rotor-tiller, cutting down the weeds and softening the rich soil. When we bought the raspberry farm, raspberries had grown on the same land for forty years.

Recently I read “The Robe”, (1942) written by Lloyd C. Douglas. I had heard about the book for years, but never took the opportunity to read it. Finally, the time came. Here’s a synopsis of the story: A Roman soldier, Marcellus, wins Christ's robe as a gambling prize. He then sets forth on a quest to find the truth about the Nazarene's robe - a quest that reaches to the very roots and heart of Christianity and is set against the vividly limned background of ancient Rome.

My first view of the Rocky Mountains was as a teenager. I was to spend a summer serving churches in the lower mainland as a student intern. After training in Toronto, I flew to meet my parents in Calgary and we drove to Vancouver. Anyone who has made the trip knows that you see the Rockies on the horizon from a distance and it takes forever to reach them! But the wait is worth it.

“Walk about Zion, go around her, number her towers, consider well her ramparts,  go through her citadels, that you may tell the next generation that this is God, our God forever and ever. He will guide us forever!” Ps.48:12-14