Suddenly a black shape leaning against a gnarly trunk snagged my curiosity.
The Other 6
On Sundays many of us focus on worship, youth ministry, and other church activities. But how do we live out our faith the other six days of the week? Stories of discipleship, challenges, and how life experiences shape our faith.
As I turn over the earth, mostly I relish the exercise, the rich soil and earthworms, and the sun or wind on my face.
We never went back. No explanation was necessary.
It’s more serious than some think.
Our congregation had been asked about their comfort level with different scenarios in categories such as marital status, age, first language, and disability.
As Christians, we believe there is a sinful nature inside us that disrupts our relationship with God and other people—and that’s not the way it’s supposed to be.
Is this defeat? A church razed after it was raised in joy and promise decades ago?
Ronald was a 13-year-old student at the Christian school in Houston, B.C. His sudden death sent shockwaves throughout the northwest Central Interior of the province.
Once we arrived at the hospital, we were led to a large, dark, mostly empty room, where against the wall on a small rug a little Indigenous boy sat rocking back and forth. His name was Patrick, and he was 14 months old.
We cannot erase our emotions, but we can learn to lower their intensity so that they become more manageable.
Am I happy with how my life took shape?
Confused and disoriented, he was making his way home from the grocery store.
Pagans understand there is a spiritual world.
I’m not sure when it dawned on me that I had embraced pretty deep racist attitudes expressed unconsciously in regular behavior.
Authenticity means hard work, which is something ChatGPT doesn’t know.
Launched in 1977, the Voyager 1 spacecraft was commissioned to explore the outer regions of our solar system.
I felt immediately at home there.
The wise woman did not mock, embarrass, or belittle the man. She waited for the right time to express her opinion to him.
What I’m describing is a moment I never could see coming.
As you slowly sand along the grain, the wood begins to reveal its beautiful characteristics.
He’s different,” they said. “Different” meant I was not one of them. The difference had to be highlighted.
Comparing these categories is like the proverbial apples and oranges comparison.
They weren’t the same people anymore, and they were struggling to love each other well.
Our visits continued, and we were enfolded deeper into the lives of this couple.