Monday, March 23, 2015


If I could only sing the high notes
I would soar.
I would float a song to melt a mood
Discordant with hard times;
I would lift a tune beyond the moon
Where lovers lift their eyes;
I would glide a melody so long
That broken hearts would mend;
I would hum a bar so musically
You'd wish it would not end.

© Ron Unruh, March 2015

Friday, March 20, 2015


I am having one of my ‘senior’ hours just now, having awoken at 3 am, and checked some art websites, some email like this, and now will settle into the middle of my current novel, reading Lee Child’s ’61 Hours.’ His protagonist in this multi-novel series is Jack Reacher. And over the past year I have read many of his works. Reacher is an interesting character, fascinating because he is unlike me in every conceivable way, standing 6’5”, an ex military man, with combat skills and awareness of other people’s weakness that makes him fearless; a vagabond of sorts who is constantly travelling across the USA, always on the move, without any possessions whatsoever, carries no backpack or anything else, purchases new inexpensive clothing every few days and discards the old stuff, and wherever he goes, he stumbles into some fascinating scenario where he has a string of heroic moments at the end of which, I as a reader feel relief from the resolution, strength from living Reacher’s story, eagerness to learn more about him as he moves on.

I can’t explain my fascination with this diversion from personal reality, in which my inadequacies are all too apparent. But I am aware that Reacher is not my personal hero. Jesus is my hero.
He is so much more than that to me of course, but Jesus is a bonafide hero. We seldom think of him in such terms, but if we do revisit his earth-time story, his character stands out compellingly against the culture and values of his time and certainly of our time.

Saturday, March 7, 2015


Update Edward Richard Unruh was born on March 8th, 1915. He was 93 when he left us. He would be 100 years of age on Sunday. He loved ice cream in a cone, and one always tasted like one more to him. So that’s how we celebrate. Our family in Ontario and British Columbia have honoured his memory with ICE CREAM CONE DAY. Eleven of us in BC will come together for lunch and cones.

I recall my father, who was 5’6”, being a strong young man; hard working, predictably content, gentle, soft spoken, a man who always whistled current and favourite tunes, had a pleasant tenor voice, could harmonize vocally with ease, who became a committed follower of Christ in his mid-thirties; whose primary passion was his family; whose great love was Tina Martha Doersken to whom he was married for 66 years until she died 6 months before his own departure; who viewed as his greatest achievements, providing a home for his three sons, and seeing his boys acquire post high school education & each become involved in full-time Christian work, marry beautiful girls whom he loved, and then being ready himself, to go home.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015


ZOOM ZOOM on March 2nd
2016 MX5 … no longer a girlie car, on the wish list

We cruised with the wind
Luminous in the sun
And only March, an early spring
Room for two, an ideal number
After a lifetime filled with people
Top down, our sports car took us
To Porter's Bistro Coffee and Tea House.
Apple Strudel, Strawberry and Rhubarb,
And on to White Rock and Crescent Beaches.