Life

In the Outer Courts

I was born into a Presbyterian family, have been a member of this denomination for over 40 years, have been an elder, occupy a visible position within the church. But I’m still a Paki because I do not look like a supposed demographic that defines the Presbyterian Church in Canada.

Army Ants and Civil War

Our oldest son, Ian had just turned three when we began our first tour in the coastal city of Calabar, Nigeria. Painful as it was taking him away from his grandparents, the Nigerians assured us that they would be our family.

Off the Beaten Path

If General Assembly represents the Main Street of the Presbyterian Church in Canada, then the Women’s Gathering and Canada are two of the side roads, or crossing arteries. Good theory perhaps; but like so many municipalities, the landscape is shifting.

The Crocheted Cross

I enjoy my life for the most part, am grateful for my health and family, but at that time I was feeling that I was on a treadmill going nowhere. Nothing significant seemed to be happening. I was 61 years old and wondering if I was on the right track.