September 10, 2015 - Keith Simmonds
Dear friends in Christ,
In Corner Brook, at General Council 42, we learned that we were all dear. Dear to the heart of the greeter, dear to the folk we met, m’dear and m’darling to just about anyone who claims ‘The Rock’ that is Newfoundland, as home.
Each day we’d be asked “How’s she cuttin’, b’y?” and each day we’d respond “Best kind, b’y, best kind”. It was true enough. There among so many church folk, surrounded by so much love and so much care, it was ‘best kind.’
This past week, though, I’d have said “The bottom’s gone right out of her.”