The last Saturday in September found me leisurely driving through the backroads of southern Ontario headed north. The leaves had started to turn, the corn had goldened, and every turn and hill and valley revealed some new splendour altogether lovely. Aspens and pines replaced… Continue Reading “Daily Bread”
What if personality clashes and differing biblical interpretations are actually what we need to wear off our rough edges and shape us into beautiful, useful people?
How should Christians respond to the tragedy of residential schools?
Malika I sought the truth for many days And wandered many long and traceless paths In search of what I could not name, Until I stumbling came at last Down on my knees And there I turned and looked And there He stood The… Continue Reading “The Truth, that Haunting All My Days”
Being part of a sub-culture, I’ve often taken much for granted. I see my grandparents several times a year. I sew my own clothes. I know how to change a diaper, scald peaches for canning, plant seeds in season, and sing both lead and… Continue Reading “Values My Culture Taught Me”