When the Church becomes the Well It's time for the church to become the well, the meeting place, of healing and restoration.
Lent and the”H” word Be careful what you say this Lent. The "H" word can get you into a heck of a lot of trouble.
“For the Soul without a King” – Leonard Cohen and the Reign of Christ St. Paul and Leonard Cohen are both poets of praise. They both bear witness to the Holy One. And they both have to deal with Jesus.
The “Pulse” of Habakkuk and Death in the Christian Reformed Church Woe to you who make a god out of your theology, who bind the scriptures as you bind your people, who sacrifice your children on the altar of your “orthodoxy.”
Homecoming and Shepherding Providing secure housing for those without a roof over their heads, is nothing less than housing Jesus.
Closing Time: Reflections on the Present Crisis I have had a sense that we have been living in overtime, or on borrowed time, my whole life.
Adam Wood, La Loche and Prayers for a Funeral Healing, Lord Jesus, healing. Healing for wounds still gaping, healing for broken hearts.
January 6, Patriotism and Biblical Faith Is there any biblical justification for patriotism? No. None whatsoever.
Desmond Tutu and the Light For Desmond Tutu, the image of God, the abiding Presence, the light of goodness and life, could never be extinguished.
The Cherry Tree Carol … for 2021 Whatever version of the song you look at, there is a common theme: all of creation recognizes the Saviour, all of creation longs for the Saviour, all of creation is party to redemption.
Genocide and Reconciliation We all knew it was true, but there was something so onerous, so disgraceful, so damning, that few wanted to use the word.
Genocide, Domicide and the Unnamed We know the names of the victims in London. We can know the names of the victims in Gaza. But we do not know the names of the 215.
For the Birds, A Poem for Henk Hart It takes patience to enter into joy. The longer you wait, the more rooted you remain, the intensity of your gaze, only deepens the joy.
Remembering La Loche, Adam Wood, five years later Hope can be heard whispering through our sorrow, choked out as we groan in travail with all of creation.