The face of the Canadian prairies has changed dramatically. In the pioneer decades of the last century, it became pockmarked by small towns strung out along the railroad lines. Most of those towns consisted of just a handful of homes, a general store/postal counter, café, train station, hotel and, of course, at least one of…

So, have you heard the one about the Englishman, the Irishman, and the Scotsman who all died at the same moment and found themselves standing together in line at the Pearly Gates? Or the one about the Priest, the Minister, and the Rabbi? Or perhaps the one about the three blondes? Variations on that familiar…

I remember Fr. Webner kindly. He was the priest in our very rural parish back in the 1950’s when I was growing up (still a work in progress for me!). He was an admirable man, and in retrospect I can see how dedicated he and his wife were to his priestly vocation. They accepted what…