Author: Harold Moddle

I attend our Wednesday evening Eucharist whenever I can make it, and it has long been a blessing to me. Last Wednesday, though, looked like an exception. I parked the car on the street as usual and opened the door … Read more

When I was a child, I loved waking up each day. My head swam with visions of the exciting things which might await me. If my parents had not yet awakened and I had to wait for them to do … Read more

In my childhood, we lived in the country, far from "the big city" — Toronto, Ontario, Canada. There wasn't much to do for entertainment. Sundays were long and tedious, since their observance dictated that we do nothing but go to … Read more

Recently, while waiting to check out my purchases at the grocery store, I overheard the man in front of me complaining about the pains and difficulties of getting old. When it came my turn, the cashier said that she liked … Read more

Recently, I stood with a friend at the bedside as his beloved father struggled to die. For several days this man's family watched as he gasped for breath, unconscious of those waiting through those last hours with him. I could … Read more

Years ago, when I was working for one of our largest corporations, a new concept was introduced to its management. We were all to set down our "Mission Statement", our "raison d'être", our reason for being. … Read more

It was mid-January, and the coldest January in recent memory. My car is relatively new and well cared for, so imagine my shock and frustration when I went to go out one frosty morning and it wouldn't start. The Motor … Read more

Recently, a number of events, contacts regarding a wedding with a young woman I baptized when she was a baby, my son's 53rd birthday, and now my own drawing near, have served to remind me that "Time marches on!" My … Read more

Frequently, I have to go out late at night. When I am returning home, as I pass the local doughnut shop, I sometimes succumb to the temptation to stop for a delicious cruller (a sinful indulgence) to munch on, as … Read more

Yesterday I decided to return a movie on Digital Video Disk that I had rented. Returning from the store by my normal route, I quickly realized, as I entered the freeway, Highway 427, that I was in trouble. Nothing was … Read more