A Great Mystery
Malcolm Muggeridge said he believed in prayer but didn’t understand how it worked. That’s about where I am on the subject.
Meditation
The Church of the Bonsai
It struck me as I stood staring at one 90-year-old fruitless bonsai that perhaps many of our churches were very similar.
Speechless Service
A year and a half ago I woke up on a Sunday morning and literally couldn’t speak. I’m a preacher. This was a problem.
Standing Alone in the Church
If, according to the apostle Paul, singleness is the higher calling, why is it so often treated as a form of failure within the Christian community?
A Work in Progress
I stopped going to church when I started high school. I didn’t feel it did anything for me at all. Then a couple of years ago, two events started to gradually put my life into a new perspective.
The Good News
I am not grateful each morning as my feet hunt for my slippers. I don’t thank God for delivering me safely through the night.
On Submission
I was not looking for God, Jesus or salvation and had no idea at the time what was happening to me; except I knew I needed to repent.
A Life at Crieff
Every time I have gone to Crieff Hills, I have visited the cross to pray. I have stood beneath it and I have taken all my concerns and issues to God. I sit on the bench and think about my life and how I could be a better Christian.
The Grand Ladies
That name may sound a bit presumptuous, but many of us were grandparents and the Grand Ladies sounded a lot better than the Old Ladies, so that’s the name that stuck. Each year it felt like coming home.
Getting personal with Jesus.
The mind, I discovered, is not designed to bear a huge burden. It needs a regular break. And since I was in no position to give it one, it made an executive decision to take one. I was hospitalized for a psychotic break from reality.
Keep Your Stick on the Ice
As the old joke has it, God is obviously a baseball fan—“In the big inning …”—so perhaps hockey, too, has been around longer than Don Cherry.
Pretty Nice Grace
It’s Sunday morning and the women’s choir is belting out, “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound/ Which saved a child like me …” And somehow […]
A Persistent Little Tap
As I felt my life and ministry spiral out of control, the step to atheism was less of a precise intellectual calculation than an emotional preference.
No Worship on the Golf Course
For those of us of the Christian persuasion, summer rekindles a profound theological struggle: should I head to church or the golf course on Sunday morning?
Taters and Cukes = Love
God is love. And First, Sackville, N.S., is showing it with homegrown veggies.
Breaking News: All Bulbs Have Roots
It can be hard to believe in the resurrection. Jim McKay got a little help from a children’s story.
Happy Endings
It began with a prayer, a nagging feeling and a miraculous vision. Robin Ross shares the story of the birth of Pine Ridge Church.
Only One Fish
We’d been fishing all morning. Our stomachs were rumbling. We’d caught nothing. Why was the guy on the other side of the pier pulling in all the fish?
See The Tricks, Hear The Word
A “gospel magician” shares the Good News in mysterious ways.
Communion of the Saints
A minister friend of mine from the city said it all began because of his mother – in – law. After he and his wife […]