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Is it time to have a conversation about your substance use? 

One of things businesses regularly do (have to do) is take inventory. 

While I concur that I may not see the full effect of my life with my natural eyes before I leave this Earth, there is a lot that I do see, here and in my world, and I see it because God’s kingdom rule is in full effect here, just as it is in Heaven. 

A while back I offered a brief survey of Bosworth, the long-vanished hamlet on Wellington Road 7, on the Peel/Maryborough border.

Four-eyes. Remember when that was the kind of insult that burned?

With Valentine’s Day upon us, I am reminded that I really don’t enjoy this romantic pseudo-holiday tradition, despite being very much in love with my spouse, the Carpenter.

Growing into a teenager, I’ve noticed our society’s fixation with romantic love. 

Long-disappeared Bosworth was once a place of importance. 

St. Valentine’s day turns our minds to thinking about love and faith.

Last Sunday, Charlotte Broome very generously passed on to me a bag of old newspapers, clippings and other fascinating historical items that had been accumulated by her mother, the late Edith Broome, who served as Elora’s librarian in the 1960s to the early 1980s.

I am so excited for this weekend I’m not sure how I’ll get through the next few days with any focus, except that of wishing time would fly faster, because this coming weekend promises several rough spectator sports, like watching the Carpenter sit through the Super Bowl. 

To start this story, I must explain I don’t like to be late.

Rejection is a part of life that, in my experience, can make you or break you. It’s your choice. 

Maryborough council held its opening session for 1856 on Jan. 21. 

“And there happened to be there a man of Belial, whose name was Sheba, the son of Bichri, a Benjamite: and he blew a trumpet, and said, We have no part in David, neither have we inheritance in the son of Jesse: every man to his tents, O Israel.