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.
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 . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, has a soft spot for baby chicks. As a child, he saw brood hens sitting on eggs until the eggs hatched. He and his brother would deliver feed and water to the . . .
Everyone has a hidden talent that they only display under the right circumstances. Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, is very talented when he is playing his guitar. It is a good talent that he . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, is still a big fan of the old TV sitcom Cheers. The 1980s show was set in a Boston Bar (Cheers) where customers were known by their first names. Not only did . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, has trimmed his New Year’s predictions down to the bare bones. “It used to be that I could sense what the next year would bring, but now the weather, politics,. . .
The Christmas season is intended to bring out the best in us, but a recent Christmas shopping excursion proved the opposite for me. I told Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan about my failure in . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, was disgusted with the slippery surface of the turf for this year’s Grey Cup Game at the Commonwealth Stadium in Edmonton. He had a twenty-dollar bet that the . . .
“You have always had a habit of squawking about things that don’t matter,” Ed said yesterday. Everybody replaces a dead battery, doctors a sick pet if they have one, and has found an income source . . .
I told Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, that my memory is not hunky dory anymore. I gave a wrong answer when leading Bible study last Sunday and was hung out to dry with a quick correction. It. . .
I asked Ed yesterday if he could remember the last name of a fellow we both knew in Melville. The fellow had a wife named Ruth and his first name was Gene, but their last name was not anywhere near. . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, knows I waste too much time browsing the listings of houses for sale. Most sensible people are only interested in homes for sale if they are in the market to . . .
“The baby did not like the touch of my cold hand on his head,” I told Ed yesterday. In our Sunday service, I administered the sacrament of Holy Baptism to a month-old baby boy. In the sacrament, I . . .
In our good old summertime here, it has been too hot to work or exercise or sleep. Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, feels they have been having warmer weather in his province than we are here.. . .
Ed, my old neighbour from Saskatchewan, got an ear full when he asked about my progress in painting rooms in our condo. I was wound up because, “In the bathroom, the edge of the white ceiling got . . .
Ed, my old neighbour from Saskatchewan, says if the shoe fits don’t wear it. He is telling everyone Meghan Markle should not have put her foot into Cinderella’s slipper. As the Duchess of Sussex, . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, considers every day alike. He rejects going to church on Sunday as he sees Sunday as no more sacred than any other day. My old neighbour has lots of people who. . .
Ed, my old neighbour from Saskatchewan, is getting busier on his farm and complaining that company always comes when you don’t have time to visit. Ed learned family from Edmonton was coming for the. . .
Ed, my old neighbour from Saskatchewan, makes light of bus trips for seniors. I told him we had just returned from a seniors’ bus excursion to Victoria. When Ed heard it was not a trip to a casino . . .
“Better not go unless you check base with your family in Edmonton,” I warned Ed, my old neighbour from Saskatchewan. Ed had already told Ruby, his wife, that they were going to Edmonton for Easter.. . .
“Wrong way Sam, that is what we called the hired hand,” Ed told me yesterday. My old neighbour from Saskatchewan was complaining that things are going the wrong way in the province and the country.. . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, wanted to know when he called last if I would like to contribute five hundred dollars towards his purchase of a new boat and motor. He assured me that I could . . .
“Those in life who complain, and blame, are always ready to take a bite out of us,” I told Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan. “With some folks, no matter what you have done or failed to do, they. . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, called Saturday to find out how my team did in our local bonspiel. I was at the banquet to end the event when he called, so I did not talk to Ed. I would not . . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, says that it looks like the big cash crop of the future will be growing marijuana. He thinks the fields of canola, grains, beans, hay, etc. in his breadbasket . . .
According to Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, if I get another tooth pulled out I’ll be a toothless, old horse ready for the glue factory. Why did I mention to Ed about having my tooth pulled . . .
Ed, my old neighbour from Saskatchewan, wanted to tell me that there was no joy when it came to his bank account. He withdrew money for his children and grandchildren because they like to have cash. . .
“It is just a phase that happens to senior citizens,” I told Ed, my old neighbour, who called from Melville yesterday. The wife had answered the phone and had told Ed that I was crankier than usual. . .
“You have no one to blame but yourself, so suck it up,” is a favourite saying of Ed, my old neighbour from Saskatchewan. Behind his, “serves you right attitude,” is a big heart ready to help when . . .
“How many times do you expect me to forgive you?” Ed asked me. I had said to him, “Forgive me for saying this, but the Saskatchewan Roughriders need a good deal more fine tuning this season.” I had. . .
“Don’t tell me that you are still enjoying the drudgery of gardening? By this time of the year, you should be glad that frost may strike and start shutting your garden down,” Ed said when he called. . .
“It is both day and night, that we keep smoking more and enjoying it less,” I told Ed when he called yesterday. Smoke from forest fires has spread to our area of our province, and it doesn't want . . .
Ed, my old neighbour from Saskatchewan, claims that being stranded in the field is like having your eyes full of sand and both arms twisted behind your back. You can’t see straight or get untangled. . .
Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, has been searching for a part for his vintage grain truck, and he says that it is like trying to find a hidden treasure. Every year as harvest begins to appear. . .
Ed, my old neighbour from Saskatchewan, is seldom at a loss for words. He would rather give you a gallon of words than a spoonful. Ed says that we have free speech in this country, and that means . . .
“It is the dog days of summer here,” I told Ed, my old neighbour, when he called yesterday. The hottest most uncomfortable part of summer has hit us here in B.C. which I call the dog days of summer. . .
Technology cuts distance down to as close as your computer screen. Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan, has become a great fan of pictures by way of his wife’s computer from here in Chilliwack to . . .
“Who can keep their head above water, once they have seen their tax bill?” my old neighbour said. He phoned yesterday, and I had told him that there was nothing new our way except our tax bill had. . .
“I’m looking for an opening for an appointment at my doctor’s office, to get my knees checked out,” I told Ed, my old neighbour, last week. “I have one knee that buckles on me, all too regularly. . . .
It was not my best day ever when I phoned Ed, my old neighbour in Saskatchewan. Ruby, Ed's wife, answered the phone because Ed was out at the farm. Talking to Ruby, I realized she had been married . . .