Author: Harold Moddle

I received a phone call from my sister, aged 89, alone for a week at the family cottage. The beauty of her words inspired these thoughts. She said, "It is now night, and I am looking out at the lake. … Read more

Recently, my nephew took his mother and several others of us out for dinner to celebrate her 89th birthday. He took us to a fine dining room in Mennonite country near St. Jacobs in rural Ontario, Canada. On the way, … Read more

One day recently, I had to attend a meeting in St. Catharines, in the midst of Ontario's fruit- and flower-growing farmland. The meeting, to plan for a ministry in a prison, was in a beautiful church set in the middle … Read more

It wasn't my best day. Owing to the recent battle with SARS in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, the day started with the disappointing cancellation of my regular visit to our local detention centre, a volunteer service which always inspires me. Then … Read more

Since childhood, I have always wanted to put off the moment when I must say goodbye to the day and climb into bed. As a result, I have come to rely on music to help me drift off. A short … Read more

The other morning, as I was getting dressed, I noticed a hole in my sock, and the strange thought struck me, "I am rich!" How does one measure these things? Well, I was remembering how, back during the depression of … Read more

Everyone is in a hurry! One day recently, I was driving on a street near my home, when I noticed a work truck blocking one lane ahead of me. I put on my signal to warn others that I intended … Read more

A few months ago, the remnant of a tropical storm howled through our city. The next morning when I awoke, I went to my window to see what, if any, damage had been done. The breeze was now gentler, and … Read more

Several weeks ago our pastor asked me to play a very special role. I was to be Saint Nicholas and to be introduced to the children during the children's time in the morning service. It is sad that most people … Read more

I know that when Shakespeare wrote the words of today's title, he was thinking of erotic love, but, this morning, music fed my love for Jesus in a wonderful way. After my morning reading, I listened to a tape of … Read more