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Making the most of the season
As a follower of Jesus, you know that the month of December, at least in North America, is unlike any other time of year: for […]
As a follower of Jesus, you know that the month of December, at least in North America, is unlike any other time of year: for […]
(This appeared as part of my annual Christmas letter to the congregation) Dear Jesus of Nazareth, Saviour of the World: You are not born yet. […]
Dear Mr. Stewart, I just have to open this letter by saying I am a huge fan of your work. In particular I’ve adored ‘the […]
For as long as I can remember, I have been in a hurry. When I was a kid, my teachers hassled me because my slap-dash […]
If Advent is a time to review our expectations, then John is the perfect spokesman. He’s loud, direct, and very specific. John’s good news is news of good. He is describing and prescribing a Good way to live.
It warms my heart during the long Alberta winters, to sit and read stories of deserts and heat.
Yesterday was the celebration of the feast of St. Nicholas. He was a bishop in the church in some of Christianity’s most formative years, during […]
Canada is worried about low birth rates. Not so in Uganda. What can be done to ensure an Angelic delivery?
Sometimes when you bash your head against a moving train, it’s too severe for just a Band-Aid. When you say to someone, “How are you?” […]
When I look at the nativity scenes scattered around my house and throughout the stores I wonder at the tidiness of it all. It […]
On Friday night, all six of us set up our fresh, fragrant Christmas tree in the living room. First, we hung the white lights, and […]
The Spouse thought I dodged the women bishops question last week, so I wondered aloud on facebook if I should write a mid-week rant. Many said yes, and many contributed their thoughtful two-bits, and I scribbled away, sorting through the mad, the sad, the confusion of church politics and biblical interpretation. I got a lot of words down. But then I didn’t feel like it anymore.
From my window I look southwest. About 60 feet ahead there is a bend in the road.
Of course I know where it goes. I’ve lived here for over six years. But someone else driving here for the first time may not know.
Mary Dalton was 21, in 1945, when her mother, sister Patricia and she boarded a Halifax-bound ship, full of war brides. Before the war, Mary Dalton’s father, […]
Mary Dalton was 21, in 1945, when her mother, brother and she boarded a Halifax-bound ship, full of war brides. Before the war, Mary Dalton’s […]
“There’s no Scot like a Scot abroad,” as the old saying goes, and there will be plenty of them sporting tweeds and tartans today. Why? […]
Advent begins on Sunday. The counting up and counting down. It’s a strange season to be a Christian. It’s a time of waiting. In our […]
Beautiful! I say to myself as I gaze out the kitchen window. The Alberta blue skies are lovely, especially outlined by the grace of leafless aspens, and snow-blanketed lawns. It is especially beautiful as today I do NOT have to go out.
Yvonne Headley-Luces, a member of Wychwood Presbyterian Church, was born in Victoria, British Guyana. Yvonne was a teenager when she arrived in Toronto in 1969. […]
The Approach You’re standing in the mind-altering presence of the King of Kings. What would you ask? No holding back. Go deep. I think of […]