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.
Housing, Justice, and Good Governance Keesmaat and Walsh challenging the wrong kind of development, using the wrong planning tools in Kawartha Lakes.
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.
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.
Advent gloom, Advent hope Wherever Jesus went there would be no gloom for those in anguish because the light of the kingdom gave them hope.
A Prayer, A Dream, A Sacred Space This has been a place of profound meeting. A moment of knowing and being known. A place of memory making, storytelling, rooted in the deepest and widest story of all. A sacred space.
Cohen, Democracy and Trump Greed and hate will always still-birth democracy. Greed and hate will always sabotage justice, and leave us shipwrecked.
One Day I Walk: Pilgrimage and Finding our Way Home The way home is by walking, attentive to sight, sound and smell, loving the path.
The Geography of Faith There is, I suggest, a geography of faith. Christian faith is neither generic nor homogenous. Faith is always particular to place and time.
Anger, Tears and Resurrection Anger, tears and resurrection. That’s what it is all about. Anything less is a cover up, and cheapens death in its sentimentality.
On our Way … to New Beginnings For most of us, Wine Before Breakfast was a coming home. But this was always “a sort of homecoming,” a homecoming on the way, never a settled and comfortable spirituality.
Pacing the Cage and Good Endings Rather than denying the darkness, or averting our gaze from the dark, we have embraced sorrow through lament, while we adjust our vision to see in the dark.
Of Prophets, Priests and Poets: Reflections on the Calling of Campus Ministry Reflections on more than 40 years of campus ministry.