Wrestling with Shifting Faith in a Restless World
I first met Joel at a justice weekend in British Colombia. His poetry and activism were beautiful and broken. Check out his musings via The Helplessness of the White-Saviour. human traffickingjoel mckerrowslaverywhite supremacy
This silent prairie morning will explode into an irrational flurry of colourful vestments, litanies, songs, and the tender laying on of hands The day will burn on, hot and furious, (even as the church is quiet, peopled with intense gazes) and will raise a fire of “Now! Now! After twenty five years of toil, loss,…
I first encountered Joel McKerrow at the Creative World Festival 2012 in Mission, BC. His spoken word poetry was magnetic, uncensored and empathetic. I’ve been following him, his wife Heidi, & their work since then. I’m thrilled for Joel that his poetry is moving to the stage. Here’s hoping for a Canadian tour in the…
I’m thumbing through my worn copy of Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s “Letters and Papers from Prison”. Good book. Classic book. Powerful book. When the world seems way too bleak for my tired heart to comprehend, I can find solace — sorrow and joy — in Bonhoeffer’s words. But it’s not just Bonhoeffer’s words that bring comfort and…
It’s another day of hitting the ground running. Making connections, contacts, finding space for a huge shipment of food, hearing horror stories, & making backup plan after backup plan. Lac La Biche has been amazing. During one of the worst crises Alberta has ever seen, the County has facilitated a tremendous relief effort. And who…
My First Nations and Metis friends often tell me how bereft of ceremony white culture is. Having been honoured over the past decade to be a part of indigenous ceremonies to varying degrees, I would have to agree. We gloss over coming-of-ages, the starting of new homes, or the journeys we take in our pursuits…
Today is the first Sunday of Celtic Advent. 40 days of darkness, of waiting, of yearning, of hoping. In the past few years, I’ve come to love Advent far more than I love Christmas. Perhaps the consumerism of Christmas has soured me. But really I think the long dark nights and the short cold days…
