The largest bull moose I had ever seen strolled out from between our tents and stared at me. It was beautiful, but I knew the stats. Moose were responsible for more deaths in Canada than any other animal, many of them because curious campers didn't respect them enough to give them the space they deserved. … Continue reading Rusty’s 3rd Bee Story – Part 2
The following summer I went on a canoe trip with three friends. We were three days into a seven day canoe trip exploring one of the river and lake systems in Algonquin park. I had never been as far away from “civilization” before. I don't remember us seeing another human being in over a day. … Continue reading Rusty’s 3rd Bee Story – Part 1
It was approximately ten years between my first bee sting and my second. During that time, despite God proving himself faithful in my first allergic reaction, my fear of bees had just kept getting larger and larger. In fact a year before my second sting it had grown to the point where I asked my … Continue reading Rusty’s 2nd Bee Story
Ultimately I'll just be telling my story and trying to point to His enoughness, how He is the pearl that is worth any cost. Speaking of my story. I woke up before the end of the song they had been singing when I fell asleep. I felt different. I ran my fingers over my face … Continue reading Rusty’s 1st Bee Story – Part 5
Rusty tried to sit through one more worship song but eventually gave up and left the building, making it as far as the attached prayer chapel before lying down on a pew there and falling asleep. Now, I have a question for you. How would you define the greatest miracle Jesus could do in this … Continue reading Rusty’s 1st Bee Story – Part 4
Trying hard not to scratch Rusty returned to his room, finished changing and snuck into the back of the chapel a little late. Rus waved him over to a spot of pew he had saved. “Did you get help? Your face looks a lot worse.” Rusty felt at his now lumpy face and nodded. “She … Continue reading Rusty’s 1st Bee Story – Part 3
Now I'm still not sure if it was because the admissions office had had a weird sense of humour, were assigning bunks by alphabetical order, or just coincidence. However, three of the four people in the room either shared names or had very similar names. We had decided to refer to ourselves as Rus, Rusty, … Continue reading Rusty’s 1st Bee Story – Part 2
“Hey Rusty, why is your hand the size of a softball?” “Let me tell you the story.” --- Rusty, a 16 year old boy, was waiting in the cafeteria line. It was a beautiful summer day and half way through a week long camp for teens interested in learning more about loving God and loving … Continue reading Rusty’s 1st Bee Story – Part 1
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