Bikes, Jesus and the Legal System It was a week and a half ago that I was (nearly) bike-jacked. And every time I talk about this, someone inevitably asks: "Is that a thing?"
Being Church What if it's up to more than our marketing campaigns, facebook ad buys, and edgy new ways of being church? What if it's been up to the Spirit all along?
Look Death in the Eye It’s not easy to look death in the eye, no matter what we’re promised on the other side.
The First Word On the banks of the river, I had this sense that a new plotline was emerging. Jesus of Nazareth would be the first word in the story of what might be.
Adnan Syed and the Parable of the Talents A reflection on Matthew 25:14-30 originally preached at St. Brigids Vancouver, an emerging Christian community rooted in the Anglican tradition.
Miscarriage There is no poetry in miscarriage, no poetry in death. Its shock, surprise and torment cannot be made beautiful. It is ache, absence and loss beyond words.
Dogged Faith Great is the faith of the woman who dares to talk back; the one who dares to question; the one who dares lean in.
Prayers for the St. Brigids Community It’s not often that contributors to this blog write asking for our community’s prayers.
World Vision, Pragmatism and the Fallen Powers A week has passed. The dust has settled. Has it? And everything’s back to the way it was.
Blowing Smoke There are days I walk outside to be with Jesus And sit on a park bench Or under the bridge There are days I leave my room to find Jesus Walking the streets and alleyways There are days I leave the lineup, and stop to bum a light.
World Vision & Church Discipline I’m making a list. A shortlist, so to speak. A short, concise list, of those who, in the wake of this World Vision fiasco, need to come under strict church discipline.
No Place for a Woman So next time you're putting a woman in her place, might I suggest this: put her in her rightful place. She is a woman of valour. Treat her accordingly.
Child of Covenant I can’t even tell you how long I’ve been here, waiting for the fulfillment, for God’s shalom. When all around, the locusts swarm: The Roman hordes, Centurions and Battalions, occupying this land, our hearts and minds.
God is Not in Control I don't buy that there's some underlying meaning to that death, that massacre, that rape, that miscarriage, that war.