Evening Reading


God can never make us into wine if we object to the fingers He chooses to use to crush us. We say, ?If God would only use His own fingers, and make me broken bread and poured-out wine in a special way, then I wouldn't object!? But when He uses someone we dislike, or some set of circumstances to which we said we would never submit, to crush us, then we object. Yet we must never try to choose the place of our own martyrdom. If we are ever going to be made into wine, we will have to be crushed ? you cannot drink grapes. Grapes become wine only when they have been squeezed.


I wonder what finger and thumb God has been using to squeeze you? Have you been as hard as a marble and escaped? If you are not ripe yet, and if God had squeezed you anyway, the wine produced would have been remarkably bitter. To be a holy person means that the elements of our natural life experience the very presence of God as they are providentially broken in His service. We have to be placed into God and brought into agreement with Him before we can be broken bread in His hands. Stay right with God and let Him do as He likes, and you will find that He is producing the kind of bread and wine that will benefit His other children.


Oswald Chambers


 

Old Connections

Tonight we had supper with some old and dear friends from Winnipeg.


It was great to see them again. They were pastoring a church in Altona, Manitoba for a bunch of years, and now they are, or he is the Executive Director for the Evangelical Mennonite Mission Conference.


When I was growing up those kinds of leadership positions were held by great old Godly men. Now it seems like it's our generation's turn to run things, to be the leaders in churches and denominations and organizations and things. And it freaks me out just a little.


But, they have a heart as big and loving as any I've met, perfectly made for the ministry they've been called to.


It was good to see them again. Very good.


 

Ahem, someone ran an Internet search for Partygirls, and was directed to my site.

They were taken to this page where I talk about and show pictures of party girls.


I wonder if it blew the mood for em.


:-)


 

One is the loneliest number

Well, I'm just about to head home after a long day pastoring.

The girl I've been working with got out of the hospital this morning at 8am. Her family didn't show up, in fact nobody did, so I went. Armed with fresh chocolate chip cookies Lauralea got up early to bake, I went to the Hospital to meet her, and help her start her journey home. The bus to her hometown left at 9am, so we hurried to catch it. I got her safely onboard, and she thanked me and hugged me, and left, alone.

That's what I'll remember about M, just how absolutely alone someone can be in this harsh cold world.

And, there are so very many like her, alone, and lonely.
Father, be with those who sleep alone tonight. Watch over them as they rest. Speak to their hearts through the watches of the night. Tell them of your love for them, assure them of your presence and your guiding hand.  Awaken them tomorrow morning with a new hope stirring in their hearts. Introduce yourself to them in ways that comfort and fill their loneliness. And bless them with a full life.

Amen.


Picnics can be fun

This afternoon Lauralea and I attempted to steal some time from the oncoming winter, by having a picnic.


We got some very fresh bread, some cheese and some tomato stuff, a 2 year old bottle of Chokecherry wine and some Joni Mitchell playin in the cd player, and headed out to our leaf covered back yard.


We took time remembering our past, and dreamed some new dreams for our future. The sun shone on us through the trees and the breeze was brisk and it blew leaves down onto us and into our cups, and it was all good.


Some day I'll look back on days like this with a fondness that goes deep into my soul.


I think that day will be tomorrow.


 

Cowboys 21, Redskins 18

Ah, gotta love it when fall arrives and Monday Night Football starts. Those Americans certainly know how to put on a show!


except Washington lost.


Sigh.


 

The cost of an education

I am a board member for the Covenant Bible College, and my desire has long been to see an affordable discipleship program available to people. Being on the board, I see how difficult it is to bring costs down.


I was excited to discover that North Park University in Chicago, which is considered a top level College, is actually lowering it's costs. That is awesome.


Better still, is that the $13,900 US per a year is even lower for Canadians. There is a program in place that helps bring the costs in line for Canadians.


Finally, a school making education and Christian education affordable.


I spent a couple of weeks there in January taking a history course. Yeah, I know, January in Chicago. But it was great, I loved it. I think that if I ever won a lottery, (which I won't because I don't enter them....) I think I'd go back to school.


Check it out.



Andrew's moving

This is so very cool!


Andrew Jones, (Tallskinnykiwi) is moving his family to Scotland, to start up a Monastery. What a great fit, and good step for him.


He writes:





Sounds outrageous? Wait. it is even more wacky than that . . .
We think God wants us to start a monastery there - a pilgrimage centre for young people to equip, send out, and guide them to where God is leading them. A place for prayer, reflection, research, arts, study, and new media resources for the new wave of young apostles and pilgrims.


Hope God blesses them lot's and lot's.


 

Getting better


I spent the morning yesterday with the girl I told you about last Friday. Took her to her mothers grave so she could say what she needed to say.


It was a beautiful Autumn day. Sunny, bright and warm.


She spent an hour and a half by her mothers grave, then she was ready to go.


She's getting out of the hospital on Tuesday. I believe she's ready too.


Thanks.


 

Happy Birthday Hillary

I've got a daughter turning 16 tomorrow, well I guess it's today now. But how does that happen just like that? She too is creative, and quite a loyal friend. I think she's the most generous of our kids, and quite compassionate, or should I say passionate... about many things in life.


And, she just started a new job at the brand new RONA store around the corner. Go figure, first application dropped off at the first store, and she gets her first job. Just like that! She's probably going to be one of those people who has no difficulty landing jobs when and where she wants. Hope so.


So, happy birthday Miss. Jane. May you have your drivers before the year's out.


 


ps. You didn't think it would be that painless did you Hillary? Now, some more pics of Ms. Rosebud lips.





UPDATE: A much better job than I just did can be found here!


 

Bits and pieces

It's like 2:09 in the morning and I can't sleep.


This is new to me, usually I fall into bed exhausted and fried, too tired to sleep. But tonight... I finally got up and will try again soon.


I just remembered I have the service at a care home tomorrow, and I haven't secured a piano player for the event yet. It's a good thing I married not only a great cook and creative person, but she plays piano as well. Talk about bang for your buck.... uh, yeah.


I'll have to be nice, maybe buy her lunch or something, so she goes with me...


 

Lunch at the Venice House

Had lunch today with this guy.


It's cool just to hang out with him, listening, swapping stories. He is a guy who thinks, deeply. And if his conclusions are inconsistent with his current outlook, he changes his outlook!! I respect that grappling with truth, and being honest with your conclusions. He's going to do well in life.


Oh yeah, him and his wife, Dixie are working on child 2.0.


I'm lucky he lives and Blogs in Prince Albert.


 

Picasa

The other day I downloaded Google's photo organizational tool, Picasa.


The software that came with my Kodak, Easyshare, just hasn't done it for me, so I've been on the lookout for something that would.


This Free software lets me do a few simple photo correction things, but it's best for helping me organize my pic's and it let's me see them. And it does it all in a very sexy way.


Smooth action, intuitive software, and it also has a timeline feature which is very nice for viewing pictures.


If you have a lot of photos and can't remember where "That one picture of Aunt Emma ended up," this is a big time, smooth, and most of all, free piece of software that is actually fun to use.


A better review can be found here.


You can download it here.


 

Re-finding the edge of life, and hanging on

An update on that girl I was called into the Hospital for. I've been checking up on her and she's starting to find the edge of life again. Today she smiled at a few of my jokes. She's got a ways to go, but she's on the way. Thankfully, she doesn't remember any of the weekend, but she's processing her grief in a much healthier way. I don't think I mentioned it before, but, in the process of preparing for her mom's funeral, her uncle, (The late mom's brother-in-law) died of heart failure. She was very close to him, kinda helped raise her, and the combination of both losses, well, was significant.


None of her family has been up to see her yet. That still hurts.


But thanks for praying for her, really. A number of you have indicated it, and asked about her. I'm more hopeful for her than I have been yet. 


 

The Future of the Church?

While I'm gtting back into shape, think about this...



The Collapse of the Church Culture
"The current church culture in North America is on life support. It is living off the work, money and energy of previous generations from a previous world order. The plug will be pulled when either the money runs out (80 percent of money given to congregations comes from people aged fifty-five and over) or when the remaining three-fourths of a generation who are institutional loyalists die off or both...


"The first Reformation was about freeing the church. The new Reformation is about freeing God's people from the chruch (the institution). The original Reformation decentralized the church. The new Reformation decentralizes ministry. The former Reformation occurred when clergy were no longer willing to take marching orders from the Pope. The current Reformation finds church members no longer willing for clergy to script their personal spiritual ministry journey. The last Reformation moved the church closer to home. The new Reformation is moving the church closer to the world. The historic Reformation distinguished Christians one from the other. The current Reformation is distinguishing followers of Jesus from religious people. The European Reformation assumed the church to be a part of the cultural-political order. The Reformation currently underway does not rely on the cultural-political order to prop up the church. The initial Reformation was about church. The new Reformation is about mission."


Reggie McNeal, The Present Future, pp.1 and 43.


What do you think?


Via.


 



Monday monday...

I'm surprised again as I realize just how physically demanding this work can be.


I snoozed like a baby till 8am this morning, and my head still feels fuzzy. And Lauralea's walking around in a daze, so I sent her back to bed this am. Much to my surprise, she went.


Oh, and if you are trying to phone us, the phone seems to be out of order. It's either God giving us a break, or Thomas has been messing around with the phone wires again.


 

Martha, you up???

Well, today I took the family out for lunch, kinda re-introduce myself to them. They took it well!


Then I came home and crashed, hard. I slept for 3 and a half hours. It's still all fuzzy up there.


That's enough for now!!


 

Living on the edge of nothingness

I noticed her at the funeral today. She stood mostly alone, and not with the family.  She was short and heavyset. Her teeth a bit crooked and her hair, you could see she tried to put it in a braid.


She looked like she felt like extra baggage. And she couldn't stop crying. Waves of sobs rolled through her, again and again.


I noticed her because she was alone and because she was so lost. She was one of the daughters of the woman we buried today.


Tonight I was called to the hospital, an attempted suicide. It was her.


She had fought with her siblings, and felt rejected by them. So she left to go be with her mom. She gave a note to some people nearby and walked off into the forest, alone.


They wisely called the RCMP who began a search, and were able to find her with the help of their canine unit.


When I caught up with them, she was in emergency, under guard. Physically not too badly hurt, but emotionally broken to the core. They wanted me to try to talk her out of her plan.


As soon as she saw me, she began to sob again out of relief I think- a friendly face. She wept uncontrollably as I attempted to show her some care.


She told me many things through those tears. It was the language of lostness. There was nobody left to live for, no reason for her to exist. There was nobody to go home to. Nobody to call on the phone. Nobody to meet for coffee. There was no job. There were no friends. There was no self esteem. No awe inspiring beauty.  No shinny straight teeth. No boyfriend no husband, no children.


There was no reason to live.


As we talked I realized she wasn't changing her mind about the suicide. It was like looking into the Abyss of Despair, and she was falling and no one was able to reach her.


I left the room and met with the RCMP officers and the nurse in charge. It was decided to admit her which didn't please her any. Finally she was willing to go, if I came along.


So I, and this poor lost girl, followed closely behind by two big Mounties, made our way to the area of the hospital for admitting.


She settled down a lot, but she still didn't want me to leave. So I stayed with her as they processed her. 


Finally I needed to leave, and she needed to rest. I offered to pray for her, and through her exhausted staring eyes, she replied yes please.


I left remembering that there are so many lost ones out there who live their lives on the brink of the Abyss of Despair. Many don't make it, and I'm not sure this girl will either. But I know that Jesus is out there looking for his lost little ones. We as Jesus followers must find ways to be out there too. So that God can love and save his babies, through us.


Pray for her ok?


 

Overheard at the funeral.

"Hey, why is my mom in a box?"


         -Her young son.


 

...

Well, I'm sure making up for the 48 hours in Edmonton!


I'm on call at the hospital all this week. Last night, our small group meeting. This morning I'm doing the service at the Hospital. This afternoon I'm meeting with a family who's 45 year old mom just died of cancer. Tonight is a Deacon meeeting. Tomorrow morning I'll plan and prep for a funeral. Tomorrow afternoon I'll do the funeral. Tomorrow evening I'm involved in a community event. Saturday morning we will be working at the church, preping the space for the changes on Sunday. Saturday afternoon is a parents of youth meeting. Saturday evening I'll finally get to the prep work for Sunday morning, sermon and service. Sunday morning, church. Sunday afternoon ..... say hi to Lauralea and kids?


 

Good connections

Well, I'm back. Got back late last night and have spent the day trying to catch up to life, which seems to have sped up considerably.


Had an amazing time in Edmonton, relationally speaking. God really set the agenda, and I kinda followed along.


Monday, I spent a little time with my sister, who's in Edmonton getting some training. She bought me lunch, which was really nice. It was good just to spend some time with her. I left her with a little blessing.


Contact number 2 was with Jim Litteral. A guy with 20some year experience pastoring churches in New Zealand, who moved to Edmonton with his wife and kids, because God said so. I really appreciated his heart, just to wait on God. It really isn't always easy to wait, but he's being faithful there in Edmonton. God's gonna bless that faithfulness that's for sure. He's got a gentle shepherds heart, and a couple of hours with him went all too quickly. Anyway, after those two contacts I was already blessed and encouraged.


After that I stopped in a store to look at a souvenir or two. I was standing beside a lady and as I looked up at her, there was something familiar in her face. Then it hit me. I screwed up my courage and asked her, "Excuse me, is your name Barb...?"


She looked up at me trying to place me, and asked who I was. I told her Randy Friesen.


She did more staring, and then it began to dawn upon her. We had been at college together, 20 years ago!! We had been in the same musical groups and her husband and I were friends.


We quickly lost 15 minutes laughing and catching up, and I had to go. But I got the number of her husband and called him, making plans for lunch the following day.


How bizarre.


Day two, I met with a pastor friend, Sam Drew. It was a wonderful time of connection and encouragement. He's been in that church about the same length of time as we have been in Prince Albert. He has an amazing shepherding gift that he's learning to use and walk in and be comfortable with. (sounded a lot like my struggle!)


So many of the pastoral models don't fit us, yet we try to be people we were not made to be. Until, finally one day we sit back and say, "That just isn't me. I'm not a (Fill in the blank here...) Bill Hybels, or John McArthur." Or whatever your model is. And that realization is a freeing moment which allows you to begin being you. And you, with God's gifting, are a great blessing.


Tea with Sam went so fast, 2 and a half hours went by, and we had to part. But God sat with us there for that time, and I was encouraged.


Finally, I met Paul Stobbe, my old college friend for lunch. He looked well, inside and out. It was so encouraging to compare notes and follow the lines of Gods blessing in and through our lives. Into our families and churches and communities. And, the guy even bought me lunch!


It was one of those trips where God just went ahead and led the way. And I'm grateful He took me along.


 

Well, off to Edmonton

I'm heading out this afternoon to Edmonton for a day (and a half).


Going to meet with some different people while I'm there.


We're going to have a Resonate "Cuppa," Monday at 2pm. Jim and I are going to meet at "...The top of the stairs that lead into the Bourbon Street section of the mall." At West Edmonton Mall.


So, if you're interested in Resonate.ca and/or coffee, look for us there.


 


(uh, Sorry if you have to call in sick to get the afternoon off, just to join us!!)


 

Evening Prayers for a Saturday night.

Pray these words with me tonight. They are taken from Universalis



O God, come to my aid.
O Lord, make haste to help me.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,
 as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
 world without end.
Amen. Alleluia.



Psalm 4 Thanksgiving


Take pity on me, Lord, and listen to my prayer. Alleluia.
When I called out, he heard me, the God of my righteousness.
When I was in trouble, you gave me freedom:
now, take pity on me and listen to my prayer.


Sons of men, how long will your hearts be heavy?
Why do you seek for vain things?
Why do you run after illusions?
Know that the Lord has done marvellous things
for those he has chosen.
When I call upon the Lord, he will hear me.


Be vigorous, but do not sin:
speak in the silence of your heart,
in your bed, be at rest.
Offer righteousness as a sacrifice,
and put your trust in the Lord.


Many are saying, Who will give us good things?
Let your face shine on us, Lord,
let the light of your face be a sign.
You have given me a greater joy
than the others receive
from abundance of wheat and of wine.
In peace shall I sleep, Lord, in peace shall I rest:
firm in the hope you have given me.



Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,
as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
world without end.
Amen.
Take pity on me, Lord, and listen to my prayer. Alleluia.


Into your hands, Lord, I commend my spirit.
You have redeemed us, Lord, God of faithfulness.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit.


Keep us safe, Lord, while we are awake, and guard us as we sleep, so that we can keep watch with Christ and rest in peace. Alleluia.
Now, Master, you let your servant go in peace.
You have fulfilled your promise.
My own eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the sight of all peoples.
A light to bring the Gentiles from darkness; the glory of your people Israel.


Keep us safe, Lord, while we are awake, and guard us as we sleep, so that we can keep watch with Christ and rest in peace. Alleluia.


Come to us, Lord, this night, and give us the strength to rise at dawn rejoicing in the resurrection of your Anointed, who lives and reigns for ever and ever,


Amen.


 



Fear vs. Love

It's been interesting times around the ol church these days. We are changing our worship time from 11 to 10 am, Sunday mornings.


Now, six months ago this idea was received with enthusiasm and some excitement. However, now that the changeover is upon us, some are getting jittery, nervous, and afraid.


We as human beings do interesting things when we are afraid. Fear can immobilize us into passivity, or it can make us act out in strange ways. My week has been full of calming fears and helping people process their feelings about the change.


So, I've been thinking about fear and it's relationship to love. John wrote that love casts out fear.



There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life--fear of death, fear of judgment--is one not yet fully formed in love.       (1 John 4 MSG)


I like how Peterson puts it;  "A fearful life is one not yet formed in love."


In some ways our fears expose our maturity levels in love. They remind us that perhaps love has yet to have it's healing way in us. That we need to learn to let God love us all the more.


I often fight His love, preferring to be self sufficient and in control of my life and future. This surely produces fear when my plans fail to succeed.


It's His desire to form us in his love. To love us so completely that our fears melt away. So that our trust in Him is sure, and we know He will provide safe passage through the darkest valleys.


As a pastor seeking the health and life of a church, it would seem that the key ingredient is love, Christ's love. Indeed, love can heal and restore. But it can also allow for the safe transition of broken lives, through change, into health.


Love applied over a long period of time will allow for change to occur. And that change won't produce fear, but health and life.



We need to be fully formed in love, so that fear will not dominate our lives.


 

I'll be in Edmonton

on Monday and early Tuesday.


If you've got some time for a coffee or somethin, shoot me an email and we'll plan it out. You can reach me on my contact page.


Or, if you only read this Sunday or Monday, shoot me a short message in the message box on the left. Include your email or phone number in it!


I am looking forward to meeting with some Resonator's already, I would love to get together with you.


 

The Gift of Time

Somewhere in the middle of this afternoon, I had one of those epiphany things. You know, one of those things where you get clarity on a deep secret of life. Yeah, I had one of those this afternoon.


The epiphany? That one of the greatest gifts you can give another person, is time.


Time.


It's still brings a lump to my throat.



As pastors, so much of our time is spent going and doing, being very busy. This somehow makes us appear important. People need us, we have much to do.


But the greatest gift is to stop our busy-ness and take time to sit with someone. Somehow we validate their humanity by spending time, just being with them.


It's an extravagant gift to be listened to. To have someone say to us I want to spend the next while with you! You honour my words, my thoughts, by sitting and listening to them, by being interested in them. Thank you. Again and again, thank you.


We need to sit and listen more. Much more. We need to shut our cakeholes and be God's ears to his children.


I believe it was Eugene Peterson who said this kind of Pastor appears lazy. But if we are always busy and on the go, people won't talk with us. We need to cultivate the discipline of time and listening ears.


Giving the luxurious gift, of time.


 


I should write a book about this deep insight, maybe produce a video. Then I could take it on the road and bless churches with my idea, "One hour closer to people and God in 30 minutes"


 

Times, they are a changing

Well, today I needed a quick lunch, so I had a Big Mac, medium fries and a rootbeer.


I felt quite sick afterwards!!


I'm so pleased.


 

Seems obvious reading it...

Tonight again I am blown away by Peter's talk with a bunch of religious people.


He asks us, do you want to know wholeness? Do you want to experience God coming right to you?


Then this is how....






Now turn from your sins and turn to God, so you can be cleansed of your sins. Then wonderful times of refreshment will come from the presence of the Lord, and he will send Jesus your Messiah to you again.


 

Happy Birthday Johanna

Well, it's Her birthday today. She's been with the family for 17 years now, and growing into an amazing young woman.


Happy Birthday Johanna. Hope you have a life filled with years of love and reasons to party.


 


Sixteen years ago today.


 

Who do you call when life fails you?

I'm praying for a friend today. She's in another land right now, thousands of miles away, and she is broken. Her life seems to be caving in on her, and her mind and spirit are beginning to shut down.


I wish I could travel the miles to be there. To sit with her and drink tea and remember what it means to live life well. Today the miles are a great wall of separation.


We got a call this afternoon from someone who knows her. They say she isn't well at all. That she needs help, that she needs prayin for.


I ache to see her face again, but for now father rush to her side. Hold her head to your breast as she weeps and wonders why. Breathe into her the breath of life.  And as you draw her hair away from her tear stained face, whisper the words of life into her ears.


She needs you Lord, with skin on. Please send one of your emissaries to be with her, to guard her and love her.


Please father.


please help her.

Upgraded the Galleries

In a move to get my mind off Lauralea's Buns, I spent a bit of time tonight upgrading my galleries.



What?


Can't you make up your own joke?


 

This was only a test

Well, it's been one week since my food rant.


And, bless your hearts you were full of helpful advice. Yep, full of it you were.  However I decided to try a little experiment.


I decided that for one week I would forgo any breads, pies, cakes, rice, crackers, chips, potatoes, peas, cereals, and pasta of any kind. I'm not that well read on the subject, but it sounded a bit like that evil Atkins diet. And I was pretty strict about it. Even when Lauralea made fried chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy, I shrugged and said "Get thee behind me Evil Woman!"


Course, I should say, she didn't know anything about my experiment. At least, I don' t think she did. (although she did make waffles the first morning out...) 


I ate fruit and some veggies, cheese and meat. I ate some nuts and Ice Cream (with chocolate sauce!) And water, of course. A bit of coffee and tea, and, I think that's about it. Oh and yoghurt and eggs and meat, did I say meat? Yeah, meat.


Tonight my week was done. And not a moment to soon. Lauralea baked buns today and I was tired of yelling at her to get thee behind me!!


So, in summary.


I LOVE BREAD.


There, I'm out there and lovin it!!


Breads and cereals and corn and potatoes and rice and pasta are a part of my life, and I really missed them. I watched them like old friends from out of town which I wasn't allowed to say hello to. Toast with my cereal in the morning is a wonderful blessing. Caesar Salad without garlic toast is like leaving the house half dressed. Having chicken fried cream gravy without the mashed potatoes is like having a cheque for a thousand dollars that the man forgot to sign and on the way over to sign it, he gets run over by a truck! And pizza without the crust is just a pile of, well, slop.


And the resultant weight loss? Well my numbers looked like this. (Keep it a secret ok?)


Last Thursday night  232lbs


Friday night 233lbs


Saturday night 232lbs


Sunday night 232lbs


Monday night 232lbs


Tuesday night 231lbs


Wednesday night 230-231lbs


Thursday night (Tonight) 231lbs


Now, I don't know what the Atkins people are preaching as far as numbers in a week go, but it seems like a loss of one pound could hardly be considered a ripping success.


Plus, I think that still small voice I hear may be my colon complaining to me, warning me that it needs some helpful fibre in there to keep things moving along. 


So, my conclusion?


I'll probably cut back on some of the Potatoes and breads and pasta, not make it such a huge part of my diet. But I will continue to eat them. Along with other things.


And all meat and cheese and tomatoes makes Randy a dull boy.


Now, what can I conquer next...


 

Resonate Launch Party a Success

Well, the party's over and what a time it was.


We did have some difficulty with people getting booted, sorry about that, we will do better next time. And we had some strange passerbys, so probably next time there will be a password on the Resonate.ca blog you can use.


But for now, some pictures.



The party started off kinda slowly as people learned to talk and shout and wave and drink soda,  ... and dance.



But then Jordon (In the Hat) started to dance his Free Methodistic feet off.


And the party was in full swing.



And there was no stopping them all!!


Alas, even I got into the rave. That's me under the arrow.


There were some cool connections made, and it wasn't bad for a first time. We will do it again.


In the mean time, feel free to stop in there and check if anyone is hanging around, it's your room. Meet people there, have a cool one, watch TV, whatever you wish. Just keep making connections.


Good job all.


 

Launch Party Tonight

I hope you all have your little Habbo's ready for the party tonight. The cooler is stocked and there will be Pizza - (your favourite kind, whatever that is!) and the conversation should be hummin along.

It's a party to celebrate the launching of Resonate.ca, and you are all invited.


Check out the details here.


 

Once more around the Sun

42 years ago Mom and Dad tied the knot.
41 years ago, I arrived on the scene.


Hmm, (september, october, november, december, january, february, april, may, june...) Yeah, we're ok.


Congratulations you two.