A Mausoleum to Christendom
Walking through Westminster Abbey, London, I felt like I was in an episode of Hoarders.
Walking through Westminster Abbey, London, I felt like I was in an episode of Hoarders.
John Knox’s life is the stuff of historical television dramas—full of murder, politics and ecclesiastical power struggles.
Christian Dating We’ve all see those ads for Christian dating sites that promise to find the Lord’s perfect match for you. Well, that just wasn’t […]
There is leadership in our church: It comes from the local churches, from the pews and pulpits, from the sessions. That’s where it starts.
“That good for nothing, conniving, interfering bushytailed bigmouthed chatterbox!” “What on earth has got you so stoked?” Linda asked.
John Knox’s life is the stuff of historical television dramas—full of murder, politics and ecclesiastical power struggles.
My heart goes out to Cheryl Bradbee. At times I feel very lonely in the middle of a crowd because I am not currently part […]
I sat in a quiet village in Switzerland in the footprint of a lost city.
Addy had been watching the geese and goslings from the window and when I opened the door she was out like a shot, a yellow streak launching herself through the air and into the lake like a torpedo. There was no doubt there were going to be serious causalities.
Last month I asked for your thoughts. A few of you took me up on it.
Bible The Bible with Sources Revealed was put together by Richard Friedman. I say, “put together” because this is not a Bible translation, per se. Friedman […]
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?
We have shied away from issues of sexuality and gender. Readers get riled on either side of the political spectrum; they say nasty things to each other and subscriptions are cancelled en masse. It has made us overcautious; but, is it time to talk about this in our church?
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.
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.
The city of Geneva has not forgotten John Calvin. His name appears on street signs, plaques and bottles of beer (along with the slogan “in birae predestines.”)
One spring night a fully loaded freight train was derailed on the other side of the lake. It was the beavers.
The name Lamin Sanneh is hardly a household one for most Canadian Presbyterians, but he is someone worth getting to know. His autobiography is a compelling read, simply in terms of the unlikely and remarkable trajectory of his life.
The website c28.com sells T-shirts with ‘Christianized’ pop culture slogans. Clothes Many years ago, I became more than a little annoyed with the way Christian […]
How did we end up pairing this vibrant institution with this provocative quotation? The embarrassing truth is, it was process myopia. We did this without realizing we did this.