Stories of Hope

  On August 27th, 2011, Hurricane Irene struck Hyde County, North Carolina. Jason was home watching the storm as it took the shingles off his house. While assessing the resulting water damage, Jason discovered that termite infestation required the house to be completely torn down.   Distraught with the knowledge that he and his wife Connie could not afford to rebuild his house, Jason turned to his pastor for advice. Jason’s pastor told him to pray to God and tell God that he expected a blessing.

  The One Year Bible that we distribute at our church divides the sixty-six books of the Bible into 365 sections from the Old Testament, the New Testament, the Psalms and the Proverbs. Each day’s readings include a calendar date in the margin, solving the problem of what to read each day. It’s a wonderful tool for reading through the Bible in twelve months. But it’s also a dangerous tool, confronting us with less-than-favourite scriptures that can scare us away from God’s Word.

  This past year we have volunteered in Hyde County, North Carolina and in Schoharie, New York, both times cleaning up the results of flooding from Hurricane Irene. One just can not fathom the amount of water that she produced.

  Every year in October a Day of Encouragement is held in Ancaster, ON. It’s not just for leaders, but for everyone who feels that they still have something to learn on their journey of faith.

My First Trip to China   Several months ago I felt a pull to travel to China. My friend Chuck, whom I'd met in Argentina about seven years ago, had invited me numerous times to visit him. This year I felt that God was nudging me to go.

  It was almost four years ago that I watched a crew from Classic Touch Cabinets wrestle the Info Centre through the doors and into place. Since then it has drawn many people to its counter and proven to be a huge blessing.

  It was Friday August 24th 2012,the fourth anniversary of our 15 year old son Geoffrey's passing away after his battle with cancer. Jody had taken the day off and I was home after finishing my week of working nights. We would normally use this day to reflect, remember and eat his favourite meal at the grave.