Linda Wegner is an experienced researcher, writer, and public speaker living in Powell River, B.C.. She has been writing her weekly column for more than a decade; her feature articles have appeared in several dozen magazines and newspapers. She also prepares research based business reports.
In the Christian tradition, we’ve just celebrated the Easter season but here’s a detail I’ve never heard addressed: Following His resurrection, why was the napkin that covered the face of Jesus in . . .
A recent post on Facebook caught my attention. Although many folks are turned off by that page, I have appreciated recent attempts to counteract all the depressing news associated with COVID. So, . . .
As cases of COVID continue to climb in every constituency (how’s that for featuring the letter “cee” in my opening statement), I am finding it more difficult this week to find a bit of humour for . . .
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been reading the Old Testament account of the journeys of God’s children as they made their way from captivity in Egypt, across the years of their trek through the Red. . .
Sitting on a coffee table in our living are two thriving plants, one, a poinsettia, and the other, an assortment of spring flowers. So, big deal I say (and perhaps, you would too). What struck me . . .
Now close to the middle of a new month and into a new decade, I’ve begun seeking out, duplicating and sorting pictures I have collected over the years. Of particular interest was an aged (almost as. . .
If ever there was a tough Christmas, at least for a lot of us, it’s Christmas 2020. I won’t really miss the work involved in putting up and taking down the tree, but that’s only because no one can . . .
I’m sitting at my computer, searching my mind and heart for a topic for this pre-Christmas article. The usual things that I’ve written about are in my files since my first article was published in . . .
A precious sister-in-law struggles with near blindness, overwhelming tiredness but most of all, with loneliness. Her husband passed away three years ago. Now alone after 63 years of marriage, she . . .
I (and a lot of other people) am groaning today, “Oh, if we only could go to church tomorrow, I miss my friends!” Here in British Columbia, as well as in many parts of Canada and, I assume around . . .
If these past months of COVID-enforced semi-isolation have done anything, they’ve created in me an addiction to crossword puzzles. And, if doing crossword puzzles has reminded me of anything, it’s . . .
As I began the tedious task of packing away one season’s clothes and taking out garb for the next, I was reminded of how limited the use of my wardrobe has been these past months. Since we weren’t . . .
I’m not alone in saying that we’re tired of hearing nothing on the news but COVID-19, riots and protests and scorching heat or pelting rain. In light of all that, I’ve decided we need to celebrate!. . .
Yesterday morning a neighbour brought me a freshly picked zucchini, the first one we’ve had this season. That act of kindness got me thinking about the power of this oft-maligned vegetable. First, . . .
As challenging as these past months of isolation have been, there’re lots of positive things happening in our neighbourhood. First, there are a lot of new fences and paint jobs. With time on their . . .
While I have always tried to avoid commenting on specific news items in these articles, my heart compels me to convey my prayers and condolences to the families of George Floyd. I pray they, and so. . .
In many parts of Canada, Family Day (Jour de la famillein Quebec) is celebrated on the third Monday of February. Not only does it provide a day off in the middle of winter, its real purpose is to . . .
Although the definition is simple, encouragement has tremendous power. The ability to provide inspiration, spirit, or hope to someone is far more significant than the word itself might imply. Just . . .
For a long time, I’d assumed that Bethlehem was a bustling, prosperous city – the key word being, “assumed.” Then years ago, I discovered that wasn’t always the case, but I didn’t pursue the matter. . .
Of all the festivities and traditions of this time of year, I’ve always most enjoyed the sense of joyfulness: Perfect strangers exchanging smiles and Christmas wishes; letters and phone calls from . . .
A gentleman who rides the same bus as I, is an avid history buff. He reads constantly and any conversation usually centers around that topic. One morning he told me his latest focus is on “The Age . . .
Life is so filled with conundrums (just in case you hadn’t noticed. An example, however, was a big part of our lives this week. For the second time this summer we were delighted to welcome visits . . .
One of the things I most enjoy about my morning bus rides is the interaction with other passengers and, in particular, those students who are studying English in our community. The other day, a wet. . .
It’s not surprising that I’ve been humming Away in a Mangerthese days (after all, it is the Christmas season) but I’ve found myself thinking more about the wood. Neither humorous nor particularly . . .
Since I formally semi-retired from my writing career, I’ve developed a genuine enjoyment of doing crossword puzzles. Where I formerly used my pen and pencil to jot down notes for stories, articles . . .
This month our country commemorates the 100th anniversary of the end of World War One. I wasn’t around for that but around the world, millions of people who hoped and longed for a war-free world, . . .
A friend told me of a visit to his doctor. “Doc,” he complained, “Sometimes I hurt in my knees, sometimes in my hands and … ah, I just seem to hurt somewhere all the time.” Without blinking an eye,. . .
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” There are few of us, at least of my generation for sure, who are not familiar with that question. Taken from her book, Sonnets from the Portuguese, and. . .
For North American readers, July is a month to celebrate. We Canadians mark July 1 as Canada Day, in tribute to our 151 years as a nation. To the south, our friends and neighbours celebrated their . . .
I’m finding it more and more difficult to listen to or watch most news broadcasts these days because it seems terrorism, brutality and injustice (to name a few) dominate our world. For many around . . .
As I pen these words, it’s Mother’s Day, and I’m blessed by the flowers, cards and words of my husband and our two sons. Highly respected within their respective communities, both our boys – oops, . . .
The wisdom of Agur, the son of Jakeh – a truly modest beginning to a chapter filled with truth. It is believed Agur lived in the same era as Solomon, but the only thing we know about him is found . . .
In returning to my thoughts on the Book of Proverbs, warnings that I’d read about for decades suddenly jumped out at me. Although I’d been reading the chapter corresponding to each day of the month. . .
I had every intention of continuing in my Proverbs series this week but given the tragic circumstances of the deaths and suffering of those associated with the Humboldt Broncos bus accident, I want. . .
There probably are few things more challenging than learning how to give and understanding how to receive instructions. If you question that statement, think back on the last time someone attempted. . .
Early in my Christian walk. I decided not to pray for patience and here’s why: patience is mostly developed through hardship. Even the Apostle Paul agrees with me (or more accurately, I agree with . . .
Although there’s so much more to explore about wisdom, in this week’s column I want to move on to the topic of integrity. Several parts of the definition of this virtue include moral uprightness, a. . .
In I818, composer, organist Franz Xaver Gruber and lyricist, Joseph Mohr, together produced what is probably one of the world’s most beloved Christmas carols. Part of the beautiful refrain we know . . .
For us Wet Coast dwellers (no, that’s not a spelling error), today was a day to celebrate. It didn’t rain! Not only that, the sun shone and the wind, gentle and warm, coddled the laundry. Today I . . .
It’s snowing hard and that’s not supposed to happen here on the shores of the Pacific Ocean. A truer picture is that we West Coast dwellers delight in regaling our prairie family and friends with . . .
Ever had a tune or the words to a song go round and round in your head, no matter what you do to drown them out? While some songs may be just what you need to brighten your day, at other times the . . .