Messy. Loving. Serving.
Apparently a “church” isn’t just a place where Christians are found; sometimes, it’s just a mess of equally messy people.
Apparently a “church” isn’t just a place where Christians are found; sometimes, it’s just a mess of equally messy people.
Re Out with the Old, February More than 10 centuries back, the famous astrologer, historian and theologian Omar Khayyam, raised the same question in one […]
Re A New Worldview, February Peter Bush is commenting on Arab/Israeli relations. We wholeheartedly agree that the Palestinians have been handed the short end of […]
Re Being Church, February I was feeling very old when plowing my way through the article on social media. It could have been said more […]
Re Canada’s Slave Trade, January Ms. Watt referred to Dineke Kraay and me and our interest in this issue. We have become involved because of […]
Jesus’ expectation was that his followers would actually do the things he did and taught. Really, no joke.
An annual event exploring the ethnic and racial diversity of the Presbyterian Church in Canada will celebrate its 10th year at Knox College, Toronto, in […]
We were first appointed to Malawi in 1980. Our “first born,” as Malawians would say, was just a year old.
The congregation of Brant Hills Presbyterian Church shared in the celebration of the Valentine’s Day 101st birthday of their much loved Violet Szymchzk with a […]
Those first months learning to adapt to life with children and learning how to parent within a Malawian context were filled with a mixture of excitement, uncertainty, terror and joy.
“Mama,” my nephew Zachary said, his six-year-old brow furrowed, “I think I would have looked back, too.”
We started a garden with the minister’s blessings and two enthusiastic young women undaunted by criticism and jokes.
One of my favourite authors, Northrop Frye, claims that if imagination is stoked (educated) with ideas from other times and places, you quickly realize there are better worlds than the one around us right now; there are worlds we want to live in.
I had some changes to make in my garden and I needed to move two large granite stones. I didn’t want to tell my husband about my plan, since he would have decided to do the job and he is a heart patient. So I took it to the Lord.
If you’re like me, you want to know life—to enjoy a fullness in our living that accounts for the joys and heartbreaks of this world.
Re Remembering the Padres, November 2013 This article was of great interest to me due to my tenuous connection with Dr. Robert Lowder Seaborn (his […]
Why was I having such a difficult time referring to the people in my midst, my family and friends and the people I cherish outside of the Christian limits as “the other?” Could it be because I was once the other? Maybe I still am.
I was relaxing between meetings at the General Assembly in Cape Breton. A friend quietly sat down beside me. He suggested to me that God could use me to call together a group of pastors in my presbytery to pray with each other. The idea resonated with me.
Some believe there are “thin places” where heaven and earth come close to each other. If you’re ever seeking a thin place, Medicine Eagle Healing and Retreat Place, run by elders Stella Blackbird and Audrey Bone, is one of them.
Reformed Presbyterians played an important role in Canadian history, argues Rev. Dr. Eldon Hay in his recently published book The Covenanters in Canada: Reformed Presbyterianism from 1820 to 2012.