Raymond is a retired clergyman and teacher from Melville. As the spiritual column's author, he seeks to offer readers some humorous and serious thoughts about daily life and the Christian faith. He describes his column as, "Fast food for thought with biblical dressing." His column appears in three weekly newspapers in Saskatchewan. Further information about Raymond can be easily found at www.accordingtoed.com.
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, called yesterday to wish me a happy birthday. “At your age, you should celebrate with fireworks and with the musical tribute of a socially distanced Scottish . . .
My old neighbour Ed, who lives in Melville, Sask., is blunt about death. I shared with him that someone I treasured as my good friend died recently. I quoted Ed, the German Proverb, “That the death. . .
I forgot that Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, has no stomach for bellyachers and whiners. When I phoned him yesterday, I launched into my story of a disastrous start to my day. Upon rising, I. . .
Ed and I spoke yesterday about the need for both secrecy or privacy and transparency and accountability before others. There is often a thin line between how much others need to know about us and . . .
“The grandkids are waiting for Christmas in Edmonton like raging bulls,” Ed told me yesterday. His family there is not able to come to Melville for Christmas. Ed and Ruby can’t go to be with them. . . .
“Things that happen just once can have deadly results,” I shared with Ed, my old friend in Saskatchewan. I think that most of us will admit to a little lapse of attention now and again when driving. . .
When I phoned Ed yesterday, his wife Ruby answered the phone and said that I couldn’t talk to Ed because she had put him outside for curbside pickup. I knew she was kidding me, and Ed came to the . . .
Ed asked me a questionethat has no definite answer. We were talking about the increase in COVID-19 cases across Canada yesterday. I said, “With this second wave of COVID, we will need the patience . . .
“I ‘m not sure my dad ever said those three little words to me,” Ed said yesterday. We were talking about saying things today that our grandchildren don’t understand. In the past, people might say . . .
I told Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, that our pastor had a great sermon on anger. Anger and I are too often friends. Ed commented that it would have been better if our pastor had spoken on . . .
I told Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, that an election has been called for those of us who live in British Columbia. It will be 23 days of political leaders and candidates tooting their own . . .
I told Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, that last week we had our internet and cable service upgraded to the latest and greatest technology. The technician had an excellent command of a world . . .
I can understand that the present high heat of the summer wilts my tomato plants. They need more water as the daily temperature soars. I cannot understand Ed saying that I should just let my plants. . .
“It was hard to be content with our weather this week,” I told Ed yesterday. Every day that I wanted to get at trimming the shrubs around our condo building, the rain was determined to stop me and . . .
I shared with Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, that social distancing is hard on a talker like me. At our church, we have both live streaming and a limited number of people each week who can . . .
COVID-19 has altered Mother’s Day and Father’s Day to the honouring of one’s father or mother from a distance of six feet or two meters. The virus is a killer of heartfelt hugs and kisses between . . .
I told Ed it was to be the great taste of our first strawberry-rhubarb pie of the season. Instead, it was the taste of an experiment gone wrong. My new crumble pie topping was a complete failure. I. . .
Even powerful governors know the taste of fear. If Pilate did not allow Jesus to be crucified, there could be a riot. “Wanting to satisfy the crowd, Pilate released Barabbas to them. He had Jesus . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, could always be counted on to do me a favour when we lived next door to each other. It easy to like a neighbour or friend who will always help you if possible.. . .
“What is wrong with me?” is a question I hesitate to ask others to answer. Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, is quick to offer his opinion on what is wrong with me. He says that my family can’t. . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, claims he doesn’t have even one sentimental bone in his body. He said this when he heard that we went to see the off-Broadway musical called “Forever Plaid.” . . .
Being and staying healthy is on everyone’s mind these days as the Coronavirus keeps spreading around the world. When I phoned Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan yesterday, Ruby answered the phone. . .
Yesterday, when Ed called, I was making myself a coffee. My old neighbour shared they were back (Jan. 4) from visiting family in Edmonton for the holidays. He said his daughter is beginning Weight . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, has a few words that he uses frequently. He uses the word stupid to describe people, places and things. I have told him that telling people they are stupid can. . .
Ed and Ruby are ending 2019 and beginning 2020 in Edmonton with their family this holiday season. My old neighbour in Saskatchewan has limited himself to three predictions for 2020. He has decided . . .
“We went to four different stores looking for a pair of children’s plastic handcuffs for an object lesson for a children’s sermon,” I told Ed. He is my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, who does not . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, always has his timing on track every Halloween. This year he was dressed up in a Deadpool Muscle Chest Costume. He looked impressive, and with the mask, no one. . .
“I am trying to have a right attitude for my first curling game this coming week,” I told Ed yesterday. He told me that the only frame of mind needed for curling is that you must win your game. I . . .
“Hurricanes bash, batter, battle, beat, wallop, pound, clobber and destroy whatever they pass over and through as perilous storms. Thankfully we do not experience them here at Chilliwack,” I told . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, is very selective about picking a restaurant if he is paying to eat there. My former neighbor is not particular where he eats if he someone else is paying the . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, believes that as a retiree, my life should be peaceful, comfortable, and relaxed. I asked him how peaceful can I be when old age means everything either dries . . .
“It won’t take much more to get me hot under the collar,” I told Ed, my old neighbour, back in Saskatchewan, when he called yesterday. “The weather has been so hot here that our dog would melt if . . .
Ed questions, “How can I best build today, so I’ll have lots for tomorrow?” As my old neighbour in Saskatchewan nears retirement, he has been considering how to make sure that he has ample when he . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, was not interested when I tried to tell him about a book that I am reading. The book that I’m reading is Life’s Greatest Lessons - 20 Things That Matterby Hal . . .
When Ed, my old neighbour from Saskatchewan called last week, he wanted to know what I was doing. I told him that I was studying the sovereignty of God. He was quick to say that he thought God was. . .
“Why is it that folks feel they have a right to criticize and correct others?” I asked Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan. Ed believes that it may be genetic as everyone seems to have a critical . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, does not want to hear about my stupid gardens. He feels gardens are responsible for things the world could do without. Ed has no interest in flowers. Maybe he . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, likes to label folks. He says everyone is into name-calling. He claims it was one of the useful things that he learned in school. One kid at high school was as. . .
I had a gym card and lost it. It vanished like a ghost never to be seen again, it seemed. To replace the card, it cost me five dollars. Once I had paid for a replacement, I shuffled some books on . . .
Most folks dislike the taste of Buckley’s cold medicine. Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, swears by it for stopping a cough. Personally, I think that Buckley’s tastes awful, but it works, so . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, believes a lousy day is unavoidable once in a while, but he feels some folks have months and years of bad days. My old neighbour feels going to church is a bad. . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, was enlisted by Ruby to set up the rented hall for a family dinner. By set up I mean, set up tables and chairs for two dozen family members. He admitted that . . .
As the deadline for filing income tax looms at the end of next month, Ed my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, calls it paying blood money to the government. My old neighbour clearly states that asking. . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, has found a way to take the cost out of Valentine’s Day. He was telling me that he has discovered you can do Valentine’s Day a day late. On Feb. 15, Ed handed . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, is getting tired of the winter cold and says that the only direction to travel this time of year is south. He is talking about as far south as Arizona or some . . .