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  • All posts by Preston Pouteaux

    • Old Seeds, New Hope

      We have a little cardboard box of seeds we pull down from our cupboard every year around this time. While the snow still covers the...

    • I Love You, But…

      One of the most enjoyable parts of my vocation as a pastor is to officiate weddings. There is something so tender and beautiful about two...

    • What to do with nice things

      A few years ago I was given a very pricey bottle of scotch. It was an unexpected surprise that threw me off a bit. So...

    • Trying On New Words

      Talking to others is a kind of dance towards deeper trust and respect. How we talk requires a lot of attention and care that our...

    • Chickadees

      I was in Saskatoon last week and met a friend who had something very special to show me. He took me to a quiet wintery...

    • Practice Presence

      This week I had a chance to visit Englewood, a neighbourhood in transition on the south side of Chicago. Englewood has been known for its...

    • Neighbour-Blindness

      I’ve never really liked geraniums. I think because my grandmother had them on her front porch which was a kind of dark and damp place...

    • A City of Makers

      What do you make? This is a question that our community, Lake Ridge Community Church, is discussing together we start the New Year. It’s a...

    • Moving

      The moving truck in front of our home in Saskatoon was full to the brim. In there, somewhere, was my bed, my clothes, and my...

    • The Art of the Question

      I visited my neighbour at her work recently and I was inspired. She serves as a community builder by helping those who are at risk...