Wrestling with Shifting Faith in a Restless World
I wrote a blog post for The Boost Collaborative Breakfast Club on the need to mentor youth in the spiritual discipline of deeper listening. By helping kids to want to create safer spaces and to want to listen to the people around them, we can support their efforts in navigating a increasingly polarized world filled…
My dearest Cubbie, Dodger, & Rex, Today the United States is in the process of electing a new president. Like the rest of the world, Canadians are watching with baited breath to find out in a few short hours who that new president will be. While we aren’t Americans, the impact of the US election…
I’ve been reading various scientific studies being brought forth by researchers who conclude that there’s no differentiation between gender identity and sexual orientation; or who believe that allowing transgender youth to use their bathrooms of choice would harm other youth; or that predators would lie about their identity and pretend to be transgender to access…
Matthew 5:43-48New American Standard Bible (NASB) 43 “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ 44 But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, 45 so that you may [a]be sons of your Father who is in heaven; for He causes His sun…
It’s inevitable. No matter what we believe or what we stand for, someone will invariably disagree with us. Sometimes it’s over petty life stuff. Obviously the correct way to replace the toilet paper roll is OVER — it’s just common sense — but there are strange folks out there who think that the proper way…
Let’s jump to the point: Welcoming Syrian refugees will be hard. It will require Canadians to share resources, community space, jobs, worship space, and housing. It will press on Canadians to confront their own xenophobia, racism, stereotypes, violence, and misconceptions. It will demand Canadians dialogue with one another productively… respectfully… spaciously… giving generous welcome not…
I’m not a country fan. Anyone who knows me well knows that twang’n’sang or songs to cry-by-and-die by, complete with boots, hats, Wranglers and big hair isn’t my thing. (smiling slightly right now, knowing I live in a town that easily outdoes any Texan community by seconds on the back of a bull… & if…
