Numbed and Helpless
I didn’t know how to feel—I felt indignant, angry, frustrated, sad and ultimately helpless to respond appropriately. I wonder if there is an appropriate response as a person of faith, as a Christian, as a Canadian Presbyterian?
I didn’t know how to feel—I felt indignant, angry, frustrated, sad and ultimately helpless to respond appropriately. I wonder if there is an appropriate response as a person of faith, as a Christian, as a Canadian Presbyterian?
A bad actor only “acts” when speaking and goes dead when they have no lines. A good actor is most alive on stage when they have no dialogue. May I be so bold as to say that you and I, and most of us in our denomination, are really bad actors?
Jesus Christ is not ideology. Both modern day liberals and conservatives would have rejected him equally, though for different reasons, in his time.
In my child’s world same-sex unions, families headed with same-sex partners, are commonplace. In her world this is not a debate.
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.
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 word “business” is bandied about often in relationship to General Assembly. But what is this business?
Ten years later the stacks on my desk are replaced with folders in my computer. I no longer have a visual marker for my work. It’s still the same work, still the same amount of work, but I can’t visualize it in the same way.
Two jokes—one with truth in it and one that’s true.
Like so many others my church is no longer a neighbourhood church, yet not quite something else either. It is locked in its physical location in search of an identity.
Why does a discussion of homosexuality tend inevitably to shift into a discussion of holiness versus sin, or wholeness versus brokenness?
Last year Andrew Faiz asked readers to share their stories. Here’s one. For almost 15 years, I’ve been the keeper of our family tree and […]
There is something silly about grown men parsing Greek and Hebrew to discuss sex acts acceptable to God.
I enter this season heavy hearted. As I write the weather is cooling, the leaves turning, falling. This year I feel sadness and anger. A dear friend died and I can’t think of a good reason for it.
While worship has a ritual and a tone, both of which are always under discussion, there is a hidden element we rarely talk about.
This is a snapshot of the world you live in. Personal, global, environmental, social. It’s a confused and complicated mixture of interests.
Walking through Westminster Abbey, London, I felt like I was in an episode of Hoarders.
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.
Last month I asked for your thoughts. A few of you took me up on it.
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?