It’s fitting then that while you read this, I’ll be at a conference in New Orleans, listening to Shane Claiborne talk about wealth and stewardship. A perfect end to a year that focused on Claiborne’s teachings and his call to be a better Christian.
Some time ago, my minister preached a sermon during which he said something that stuck with me. “What if the Bible isn’t a book of certainties,” he said, “but a book of encounters?”
Sara, a good friend from my college days in Alberta, always had extra people in her childhood home. Whenever I visited, the house was bustling with noise and busyness.
It is quiet here. It is contemplative. It is perfect for rest, for reflection, for silence. It is perfect for listening.
On a beautiful sunny day in June, I drove to Paris. Ontario, that is. I was headed for Paris Presbyterian—a castle-like red brick building in the centre of town.
I think the restlessness, the despondence, the frustration I’ve been feeling with this column and blog of late (and in many ways, life in general) likely comes from too much trying to figure this out on my own.
I finally made it to Evangel Hall Mission in downtown Toronto. EHM is a Presbyterian-created ministry to the homeless and impoverished, created way back in 1913. […]
Justice isn’t just about giving money to a person on the street, or writing a cheque for an outreach project, or giving your old clothes to a charity. Those are all good and necessary things, but justice goes way beyond that.
It is love that motivates our actions; that propels us to somehow help change the things we see as wrong or unjust.
It’s almost the end of March. The first day of spring has come and gone. It seems the sun is shining brighter, but the daily […]
For the last couple of months, I’ve talked about and tried to change my life of consumption. To be more socially responsible. To share more. Buy less. To be aware of what I do buy.
It’s the middle of February; -22C. Too cold to go outside. Too cold for anything much, really. Stuck at home, it’s the perfect time to […]
That my daughters have a combined stuffed toy collection of about 100 items, and no child needs more chocolate, but I just couldn’t compete with the bargain (and the cries from my daughter that she’s “never wanted anything so bad” in her life).
My evenings are filled with busyness—dinner and laundry and tediously long bedtime routines. School lunches and permission forms. Trying to find time to play marbles […]
My church is going to be switching to fair trade coffee. I mentioned it to the appropriate people several months ago, and the wheels are […]
I have a confession to make: You know how my last column mentioned something about if you have two coats, one of them belongs to […]
As Christians and regular church-goers, we know how much need there is in this broken world of
ours. We’re used to writing cheques and collecting canned goods. But does the Christian life demand more?