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The Most Beautiful Church Contest

Mount Zion, Ridgetown, Ont.; Photo - Remmelt Hummelen

As the beholder, you define beautiful any way you want: architecture, location, mission, worship, people. Send 200 words and up to five photographs. Choose your words and images well. Be creative: make a collage, write a poem. Any way to prove that yours is the most beautiful church.

Poetry Contest Winners

In 2007, St. Andrew's, Guelph, was looking for a way to continue its commitment to “Towards a World without AIDS” while at the same time answering the call of the denomination as it moved us into issues of water. Along came Pieter Wyminga at just the right time. Pieter spoke with passion about the tragedy of Darfur, Sudan, and the need for accessible drinking water for those living in refugee camps throughout the region. His initial enthusiasm for these global concerns came from the pages of this magazine. Pieter asked a very simple question, “Do you think this congregation would be interested in supporting well projects in Darfur and other parts of Africa?”

Brit Pop Barstool Psychology

It's nothing new for Brits to sing the blues. The first British (rock) Invasion drew its inspiration from the Rhythm and Blues artists of the southern USA: The Rolling Stones and The Beatles began their careers by covering the likes of Blind Lemon Jefferson. While the defeatist tone of How Soon Is Now lies like a lonely shadow at the feet of the defiant climax of One, the accompanying lyrics of each song demonstrates their complementariness. The hopeful tone of the U2 lyrics goes beyond a generic peace, love and happiness theme to address the real work of authentic community. Immediately following the beloved lyric comes the tender warning and exhortation, “We're one, but we're not the same. We've got to carry each other.” The realization that we are not the same is both helpful and hopeful, for it points us towards the uniqueness of every person and indicates that the answers to relational problems are not to be found in the lone individual. To ignore our individual uniqueness is to enable inadequate conflict resolution and to deny ourselves the privilege and benefits of carrying one another. Still, while the picture of carrying one another satisfies our sentimental values, the reality of living in community is far more complex.

To be, to listen, to know

I was walking through the woods with my daughter. She's three, so her days are filled with new revelations, like how water splashes when a stone gets thrown in or that the breeze on her face also makes the trees sing. Three is great because jabbers and giggles have become words and phrases. I hear her discover and get to rediscover. I answer the simplest question and am reminded of insights I'd forgotten. I feel no pressure to be anything more than I am, and discover again the peace of just being.

The Word of Love

The complete U2 lyrics suggest that love for the world's shared humanity can unite all people even amidst great diversity. The Smiths' lyric has a different feel. But, it is not as drab as it first seems. Although there is despair, this is no teenage apathy or self-righteousness; it is love being sought in earnest, but never found. Lead singer Steven Morrissey cries out, “I need to be loved, just like everybody else does!”

Fulfilling God’s Plan

The unfortunate thing about the U2 line—”one life, with each other, sisters, brothers”—is that it was taken quite out of context. But then, I guess that that was the purpose of the survey—to find just one line which people remembered. With that in mind, I will deal with just that one line, ignoring the rest of the lyrics. That seems to be what happens with many memorable lyrics in any case—people hear what they want to hear and ignore the rest, ignore the hidden message, ignore what else may be taken from the lyrics. If people listened to all of the lyrics of popular songs, I think that some of them may not be quite as popular.

Pen, Passion, Poetry

 As a kid I remember we went on short vacations to countries neighbouring our native Holland. In France I would see quite a number of men with missing legs. How come? I would ask. Then my mom would explain to me the results of the First World War. These horrid wars have continued. The killings today are just as mean as then. We see the news or read it regularly. The Presbyterian Record keeps us up to date. And I hope it moves us all. But I also find there is a callousness amongst people; Darfur is miles away from us, why should we be so concerned?