Author Archives: sstyves

The road to Emmaus is the story of sorrow to joy. These friends of Jesus trudge back to their village, leaving the disciples to figure out what to do next and ignoring the women who announced that they had seen … Continue reading →

What kind of masks do you wear? Tonight I got together with friends where I do not have to worry about anything. I feel totally accepted for who I am. The same is true for an evening of deep, meaningful … Continue reading →

Not everybody does things in the usual manner. I had the opportunity to see Dame Evelyn Glennie, a Deaf percussionist from Scotland, perform in a dress rehearsal with the Winnipeg Symphony Orchestra. Afterwards she invited some members of the Deaf Community to join … Continue reading →

Today’s Gospel has perhaps one of the most repeated lines from the Bible: For God so loved the World that He gave His only begotten son. The end of the reading though is less known: Whoever lives in the truth … Continue reading →

You know a robin cannot be an eagle or a sparrow or a crow. It has to be a robin and do its robin duties. Right now being a robin means being a bearer of good news. In these parts … Continue reading →

Some days I see an end of a great career in sight and I wonder how yet to give back while those remaining grains of sand slip through the hour glass. Tonight I went to a board meeting for the first … Continue reading →

Did you ever notice that one of the disciples primary tasks was healing? Today in the Gospel Jesus commissions his followers to go out and proclaim the Gospel (not yet written) to every creature. In the First Reading, Peter and … Continue reading →

  Today in the Gospel of John, Jesus appears again to the disciples, this time when Peter is doing what he used to do before meeting Christ. Peter has returned to his “safe” life.  Little does he know that once … Continue reading →

This was the photo I used this past week to represent calm and stillness in my journal for the e-course that Brene Brown is leading. The photo whirls me back in time, to Mombasa, and “stalking” this beautiful white bird … Continue reading →