Mark Whittall

Guylaine and I moved up to our summer cottage a few weeks ago, on the Gatineau River between Chelsea and Wakefield. It’s a beautiful...

Today we find ourselves in between the Ascension, which we celebrated on Thursday and Pentecost which we will celebrate next Sunday....

There are moments that matter. Moments where we no longer think of time as 10am on a Sunday morning, but rather we think of critical...

Sometimes I wish that I could take the dove that appears in today’s gospel and wring its pretty little neck. Because we get fooled by the...

It’s Pentecost! And it’s chaotic. Violent winds, tongues of fire, shouting voices, bewildered crowds, a cacophony of languages,...

This is an in-between time. The world as we knew it is no more. The new world that will replace it hasn’t happened yet. We are...

Whenever I hear Paul’s speech to the people of Athens, I always think about fish. Maybe it’s just me. I have to admit that none of my...

Have you ever looked at the stars? I mean really looked at the stars, from somewhere totally dark, with no city lights. A place where...

Cette semaine je suis allé chez Esther et François, une de nos familles qui vienne de Burundi. Moi, je ne parle que quelques mots de...

Imagine something disastrous is about to happen. An asteroid hitting the earth. A great fire. Or maybe the death of someone in the...