December 14, 2022
I was looking at an old photo album my mother put together 50 years ago. In it was a black and white “Brownie” camera picture of my 4 year old brother and me at 5 wearing “Rudolph the reindeer” pyjamas beside a small artificial Christmas tree in our home in Kelvington, Saskatchewan. We’re both smiling, holding up small toys in our hands.
Our family’s poverty was unknown to us. Dad pastored a small church in town that kept us below the poverty line, but in our home there was no complaining. I never overheard my parents bemoaning their plight. Instead I heard a lot of thanksgiving and praise to...