Life on my "Machine"

Last night I got on my skidoo (what locals call their “machine”) and headed off to Old Fort Bay. The night sky was crystal clear where the stars were simply touchable. It was a magical night; and it got me thinking as I bumped along, once more heading to service as I often have in this fashion.

What a privilege it is to serve in this isolated place. I figure that since we are now in moving mode, looking for another ministry, I have become much more aware of the sheer beauty of the Coast. I have never seen stars shine so bright. I have never seen such vast tracks of open terrain. I have never had such a feeling of desolation and yet comfort in nature. To skidoo to church with a backpack on carrying my Alb, stole, register, holy oil and baptismal candle, is a thing of wonder. How often have I taken for granted that which I love?