I sat among young people in the wood-paneled chapel of Presbyterian College. It was just after 9 a.m. on a Saturday and the city of Montreal was quiet. We were beginning a journey. For one week, these young people would be learning to preach.
“War, and the pursuit of war, destroys us,” Samantha Nutt writes in her book. “It turns teenagers into killers, neighbours into genocidaires, and politicians into executioners.”
Movie It’s called Rapture-Palooza. This is exactly what it sounds like. Since the Scofield Bible came out in 1909 supporting John Darby’s understanding of a […]
It seemed like John Knox’s life was never to be one of peace and safety. It’s no wonder so many of his portraits and statues depict a fierce man, his beard nearly bristling with passion.
Some years I wait for the perfect climbing day: sunny and the wind at no more than five kilometres. This year I waited three days, but took the fourth day because it was “do-able.”
It was a sad day. It snowed the night before, a skiff of the fresh stuff dusting everything. In a grove of large white spruce trees, right at the base of one of them, there was a small patch of fresh blood.
Have you ever seen people line dancing while using a cane? Come to the senior centre at St. Andrew’s, Orillia, Ont., and that’s the kid of fun thing you’ll find.
It’s a dark night in Managua, but people are gathered in a brightly lit area at the entrance to the marginal neighbourhood known as Barrio Hugo Chávez. They heard the news several hours ago, but the idea that their hero, Venezuela’s president Hugo Chávez, has died hasn’t quite sunk in.
For two weeks in June, the social justice organization Kairos led a delegation of Canadian church representatives to the DRC, and I was privileged to join it as a representative of the Presbyterian Church.
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.
Aboriginal children in six residential schools across the country, including one run by the Presbyterian Church, were subjects in nutrition experiments in the 1940s and 50s, a food historian has revealed.
Rev. Drew Burnand arrived in High River, Alta., days after June’s devastating flood almost washed it away. He said it was like “something out of a sci-fi movie.” The streets were empty of people and coated with a thick layer of mud. Train tracks were twisted. Asphalt in a parking lot was rippled.
Interfaith visitors over the years have included representatives of Muslim and Jewish faiths. The committee thought it would be important to educate ourselves about faiths beyond the Abrahamic traditions.
When the floodwater comes, you are in shock. But, when it starts to subside, you find yourself saying “thank-you.”
Life changed dramatically for over 100,000 residents of southwestern Alberta on June 20. Four lost their lives. Tens of thousands lost their homes. A weather […]
Free Camp for Lac-Mégantic Kids Weeks after their town was devastated by a train derailment and explosion that killed 47 people and leveled the downtown, […]
In this and last month’s Theology 101 columns – Servants of the Word & Visible Words Rev. Dr. Stephen Farris looked at the sacraments of […]
In the distant days of my first ministry, an elderly woman was transferred into the local seniors’ home. She was bedridden, somewhat deaf, nearly blind… and alone.
In the mid-90s I did an internship in a church north of Toronto. While there, divisive conflict exploded into open warfare. I’ll never forget the outburst of one of the angriest seniors.
Walking through Westminster Abbey, London, I felt like I was in an episode of Hoarders.