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Your body, God’s temple
North Americans are woefully ashamed of their bodies. I could cite hundreds of examples, thanks to the Internet, that prove our obsession with being frustrated […]
North Americans are woefully ashamed of their bodies. I could cite hundreds of examples, thanks to the Internet, that prove our obsession with being frustrated […]
Today I went down with Becky and the kids to take in the Chihuly exhibit at the Musée des beaux-arts. It is a good-sized, though […]
Please forgive me, but I need to boast. Burns Church in Ashburn did something on Canada Day that was pretty amazing in my books. We […]
Skirmishes about good sex (bad sex?) are breaking out all over the place. With her recent, widely read and distributed post, Rachel Pietka has set the […]
Questions are more important than answers. At least, the right ones are. Why? Because the quality of your questions regulates the range of your answers. When you say, […]
“The harvest is plentiful, but the labourers are few; therefore ask the Lord of the harvest to send out labourers into his harvest. Go your way.”
Did you know the first fruit of the spirit is Love and that its offspring is “Patience”? No, neither did my study group. It happens to be a fruit that has a hard time growing on my vine.
They didn’t used to let dads in the delivery room. They do now! On Monday, my wife gave birth to our 3rd child—a little girl! […]
How do you read the Bible? By that I mean, do you read it to gain information, or do you read it to hear God […]
Ok, I’m not an expert, but as I’ve been listening to what’s going on around me, I can’t help hearing lots of talk about parenting. […]
It has been a year and a half since St. Andrew’s moved from its building on St. Mary’s Road in Winnipeg. Early in 2012, I […]
I have been thinking about dirt lately. Because if you drive near my house you will see a lot of it. Just north of our […]
Beangirl will be seven at the end of the week. She had her party earlier in the month – trying to avoid the possibly hilarious party game of ‘count the contractions!’ – and it was lovely, sunny fun. We made felt finger puppets and DIY ziplock bag ice cream (google it – it may change your summer), and ate sticky strawberry meringues.
I think it must be nearly impossible for a young person today to understand the complete freedom I had as a child.
Summer is often a time when we can slow down and do things we really enjoy. For me, one of those things is reading. It’s […]
So we’re back to the theme of urban art within NDG. In this neighbourhood (socially and politically approved) urban art has been a spreading phenomenon. […]
Just how much vitality should there be in a crucified Jesus? It is peculiar question, no doubt. But it is a question that arises when […]
Summary: The following drama was used at the opening of the 139th General Assembly on Friday May 31st. The props were minimal. The drama was […]
Did you enjoy that moment of silence? Of course, if you’re like me, […]
Sometimes, a little thing can make a big difference. A little while ago, I was having a crappy week. The car was acting up and […]