I'm not crying. You are. Coca-Cola released a new Christmas commercial that will melt your heart even if you drink Pepsi. (more…)
Bob JonesNovember 28, 2020
This is what happens when a terminally ill child dies in Santa’s arms. (more…)
Bob JonesDecember 10, 2019
“His hair was shoulder-length, his youthful face hid behind an abundance of shaggy beard. Over tight, faded blue jeans and an old, bulky knit, he had thrown his pride and joy — a sheepskin wrap.” Where were you when you first heard Jerry Forbes reading A Creature Was Stirring? For me it was December 1990, in our '82 Cutlass Sierra, the radio dial tuned to Edmonton’s 630 CHED. (more…)
Bob JonesDecember 10, 2019
If anyone knew Jesus was virgin born, it was Mary. Her silence at the cross is proof that her story was indeed true. (more…)
Bob JonesDecember 3, 2019
On Thanksgiving Sunday people were asked to record what they are thankful for. The following is a sample of those expressions. (more…)
Bob JonesOctober 8, 2019
A change is in the air. A great mellowing is at work. It’s in the breeze, in the trees, inside each and every one of us. And somewhere, not far off, the smoke of backyard firepits is seasoning the darkening sky. Autumn. (more…)
Bob JonesSeptember 8, 2019
Here’s to all the mothers who’ve endured sports they don’t enjoy (or fully understand), hard seats and dirty cleats, frozen hands and numbed cheeks, aches and pains and grassy stains, just to be with a son or daughter in the arena of competition. Mothers: they see life through biased eyes. (more…)
Bob JonesMay 8, 2019
Easter Sunday morning, millions of believers will attend an outdoor sunrise service. Good Friday, many spent some portion of the day attending services to remember the suffering of Jesus. However, the most relatable day of Easter weekend is not Friday or Sunday – its Saturday. It's your day. (more…)
Bob JonesApril 19, 2019
My wife never could understand my obsession or urgency with the tomb. Our garden was an oasis of sanctity and cessation from a city that feeds on frenzied pilgrims. We traded the noise and crowded streets for flowers, butterflies, gravel pathways, and stone steps. Many a late afternoon Seudah Shlishit on Shabbat had been eaten under the shelter of our olive tree. (more…)
Bob JonesApril 18, 2019