Song at the Year’s Turning – R.S. Thomas
Feel a bit caged bylimitations of life right now? Here’s a song for you.
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Faith
The world needs your faith. And your art.
Recently, a collision of circumstance reminded me of the importance of the arts to the work of justice. Over the last two weeks I attended a screening of She Has A Namein Winnipeg and joined a talk back panel featuring, among others, a former Canadian MP whose anti-trafficking work changed the criminal code and a lawyer nominated
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I didn’t need a root canal to know I don’t like pain
I don’t like pain. And I didn’t need a root canal to remind me of that. But the experience was instructive. The toothache, among the myriad things it brought to body and mind, triggered empathy–an identification with others.
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The S.O.S cry of millions – the faith and famine-relief legacy of Rosalind Goforth
I don’t know about you, but all the bad news of the day, reports of suffering and strife from around the world, is overwhelming and difficult for me to digest. What a blessed life to have the luxury of being overwhelmed by hearing bad news, rather than being overwhelmed by experiencing famine, rioting, or financial disaster first hand.
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Heritage
I have a large envelope filled with old sermons that were written and delivered by my grandfather, Kalman Doka, throughout his ministry as a pastor of some 50 years. They were given to me by my grandmother a few years ago. I started to ask her questions about her life as a young girl, how she fell in love, what it was like to survive the Great Depression and live the War years. And after that, she started to send me his sermons, and her letters, and then more.
Impossible choices for refugees
Some of the other men, like him sold to the syndicate, weren’t so lucky. Had no money at all. And after phone calls to what friends they had in Malaysia, or back home in Burma, or to Bangladesh, when they still were unable to come up with funds – RM 1600, about 500 USD, to pay the men who now owned them for freedom – the pistol whipping, the cutting, the punches and bruising ensued.
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Silent, wealthy friends
I’m reading a biography about Oswald Chambers recently given to me by a friend. I’m finding it a fascinating read of a very fascinating man, whose personal history I know little of but whose writings I’ve read almost daily for over a decade.
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Dying Words and Feeding Sheep
Have you ever had someone share with you their dying words? I have. Such words leave a mark.
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The Wonder and the Horror of the Greatest Command
I’ve been acutely attentive through internet and other chatter lately about the real and perceived failures of the Church and of Christians to put love where the doctrine is, so to speak.
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Coming down from the mountain: advice to those in transition
As we enter graduation season, summer weddings, and major times of transition for so many, I thought I’d dig into the treasure chest and dust off a word that I gave to a group of students a few years ago: advice as they prepared to transition out of a time of intense spiritual study and
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