A photo captures a moment of time. This photo was taken many years ago as I came off the bench during my first game in the American Hockey League suiting up for the New York Rangers farm team, the Hartford Wolf Pack. It was a special night as this forty year old, never was goaltender, got to dress as a back-up in his first professional hockey game. I have used that photo over the summers as a vehicle to communicate and encourage young goaltenders that I have instructed at our Christian Hockey Camps. I give a photo to each goaltender with a note on the back expressing my appreciation for the opportunity to work with them and seeking to encourage them on their road ahead. I have learned in my 36 years of ministry the power of words. Words can lift, inspire and influence. And words communicate the hope we have in Jesus Christ.

A funny moment came at my final camp of the summer in Prince Edward Island. I was busily tracking down my goalies on the final day of camp and handing each one my card. A young 14 year old female goalie saw the photo and asked, "Is that you?" I confirmed that, yes, indeed it was me. To which she exclaimed, "You used to be a pretty good looking guy." I think it was a compliment but the "used to be" kind of hung in the air. Vicki would have got a great kick out of that story!

This summer I returned to a full slate of hockey camps. The line-up included both Quispamsis, NB camps, July 7-11 and July 21-25, a return to Sweden (August 3-8), and finally our PEI camp the week of August 13-17. It was another summer where we saw many young people take a step of faith in response to the Gospel here in North America and overseas.

The summer was filled with emotion—it was my first without Vicki. On August 13th, I made the drive to Prince Edward Island for my final camp of the season. The date carried a heavy weight: it was the one-year anniversary of Vicki’s passing. Along the way, tears welled in my eyes more than once, and I found myself questioning whether I had made the right choice in committing to this camp. Yet deep down I felt the Lord had led me there, and so I pressed on. By the end of the week, I knew why—God’s power had been on full display, not only in the transformation I witnessed in the hearts of the young people, but also in the way those same kids ministered to me. I left grateful that I had gone.

One particular moment stands out from that week. After an on-ice session with the older campers, we gathered at center ice to close, as we always did, with prayer. Normally one of the instructors would lead, but at the PEI camp, a camper was invited to volunteer. There’s something special about hearing a young person pray—it’s often so pure and unguarded. That day, one of the older boys stepped forward. His prayer was simple, conversational, and without pretense, yet deeply heartfelt.

As we were leaving the ice, the boy skated over to me. “Bruce,” he asked quietly, “that was my first time praying on the ice—was it okay?” His sincerity touched me deeply. I assured him it was more than okay, because he had prayed from the heart. That moment remains precious to me.



Our annual HMI Atlantic Golf Fundraiser took place on Saturday, September 6th, once again at the Petitcodiac Golf & Country Club. We were blessed with another beautiful day on the course, and when the final putts dropped, the total raised reached an incredible $13,000—a new record for this event!

We are deeply thankful to everyone who made this possible: our generous sponsors, enthusiastic golfers, faithful donors, and the dedicated team who helped organize the day. Most of all, we are grateful for the many prayers lifted up on behalf of this event.

To God be the glory—for another successful and joy-filled day!



We have entered the 2025-26 hockey season! How quickly we transition from hockey camps to team ministry. This upcoming season Joe and I are back serving the QMJHL Saint John Sea Dogs. This father and son broadcasting duo once again called the games on Sea Dogs Radio, one of many ways we support the team. The first chapels of the season have seen an incredible turnout of players with between 20-22 Sea Dogs attending. It's been encouraging to hear reports from our chaplains across the QMJHL of chapel kickoffs and another season of ministry. I was in St. John's, Newfoundland to officiate my nephew's wedding and used the time to also drop in on the Newfoundland Regiment (formerly Acadie-Bathurst Titan) and introduce our chaplain contact there to the team. I managed a surprise visit with the Charlottetown Islanders who were in town for a weekend set of games. There were some surprised faces seeing me appear in Newfoundland!

As I reported in my previous newsletter, I am headed back to coaching minor hockey. I see the value and opportunity that comes with coaching and feel the move is a significant part of my seeking to chart my path forward without Vicki. So this fall, I am scheduled to coach my grandson, Miles, U15 Rec hockey team. For those of my generation, that’s what we used to call the Bantam level—ages 13 to 14. It’s an age group I’ve always appreciated coaching. There’s so much going on in their lives at that stage, and with that comes a meaningful opportunity to influence young people in a positive way.

Another decision involved this Christmas and the World Junior Championships hosted in Minnesota. A few months ago my colleague, Bill Butters, invited me to be a part of a HMI outreach breakfast on December 27th in conjunction with the world championships. I agreed to take part and will fly out on December 26th for Minnesota. Ministry opportunities continue to pursue me and I seek to be faithful in making myself available for the Lord to use me.