About

Hi. I’ve done a lot of different things over my life. I’ve worked making subs, driving a taxi, in a nursing home, in restaurants and bars, in factories, in gas stations – even had a propane handler’s license once. I have a few degrees and certificates that tell others I’ve learned a few things along the way and which have been the basis for owning a business, running a few organizations and coming alongside others as they run theirs.

I’ve pastored, been a professor, worked with all ages from nursery to the elderly in a lot of different contexts including as a volunteer chaplain in a prison.

I’ve been to Rwanda, Tanzania, Kenya, Zambia, Peru, Ecuador, Haiti, Guatemala, the Dominican Republic, Romania, England and across Canada and to the United States – not just for travel but to engage in life-change and ministry with others, sometimes as the Executive Director of an organization, sometimes simply because of how I have been positioned to have something to learn and something to offer.

I have had a number of written pieces published. I’ve done consulting work. I’ve done research and I’ve been a conference speaker. I have served on a number of boards and I am presently serving on two boards.

My kids occasionally ask me, what exactly do you do mom? Good question. I can’t really give them a job title because nothing seems to fit. There is a connectedness to everything I have done, yet to label it seems to put it in a box that just doesn’t work – at least not for long.

For all that I’ve done in my life, whether in work or day to day life, I’ve come to realize a life lived in response to God’s voice is the only life worth living even if it can’t be labeled and categorized and often falls under the unexpected and unexplainable.

At this stage in my life, I hunger for simplicity and a deeper capacity for responsiveness to God and to a world that is full of people wondering if God even exists, and if he does, whether he cares at all about them. Sometimes I find myself asking the same questions as I wrestle with my own life and as I try to grasp both the gift and the grief of living in this world.

When nothing makes sense in the moment, somehow, from deep within the call to “live” rises up and reminds me that God will always have the last word and it will be a life-giving word so powerful that death and oppression and suffering will all cower in shame and defeat. May my life be a living witness that shares the truth and hope of this.