With the passing of the Presbyterian Record, one more branch no longer burns on the Presbyterian Church in Canada bush.
There’s so much in those few words we hear year after year: “laid him in a manger;” “no room in the inn.” But there’s a problem.
I suppose most of us have heard the words “change” and “transition” enough these days to last us a long time.
The news of the Record no longer being published was upsetting to me as a novice writer. This was a place my pen and I considered home.
Our faith is in a God of Love—love that became enfleshed in Jesus Christ. And while it is true that if we truly believe this we will try to live in a certain manner, that perspective is quite different from treating the Bible as a set of rules to be followed so that God will accept us.
Status Tax free tobacco at band store. But this is not the incense of our ancestors wafting peaceful prayers & contemplations of Creator. No.
One of the first things people ask me about the closing of the Record is: “What’s the reaction out there?”
Ancient Israel’s beginnings were as a travelling people—travelling with God, to God, and sometimes (at least metaphorically speaking) away from God.
Do you believe Jesus will come again, anytime, maybe soon? Don’t say: “The Bible says he’s coming.” Do you really believe it, in your heart of hearts?
You two would have loved reading some of the articles that I have written. One can see how much you two have inspired me .
My recent visit to the 101st General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church of Korea was quite an eye-opener.
It is time for me to bid this column, the Renewal Fellowship and my Encouragement Road Trips a wistful goodbye. At 67, I can no longer pretend to function at the energy level or capacity I once did.
Today, we pulled the plug on a beautiful life. With a few “ayes” the directors approved recommendations to cease publication of the Presbyterian Record after the December issue.
As numbers continue their downward slide, and congregations begin to feel the shrinking pains, many are being forced to seek out new alternatives to the traditional church model.
It increasingly appears as though Canadian values can no longer be automatically equated with Christian values. This is hardly breaking news, but for many in the church today, it comes as a nasty surprise.
Reconciliation. A long word with many meanings. A word that leads to many interpretations for many of us. As a residential school survivor that has been scarred by my residential school experience, my interpretation of that word is simple.
This gospel story is the first choice of many preachers for Thanksgiving Sunday in any year. It’s still a challenging text. We have to try to preach about gratitude without turning the sermon into a guilt trip.
If hockey is our national religion, The Tragically Hip have been among our most revered preachers.
Imagine if recording technology existed for many centuries. Whose voice would you most like to hear? An ancestor telling a family story? An artist, Shakespeare say, reading a sonnet? A figure from Christian history?
I’m as Presbyterian as can be. But there are a lot of Catholics in my family tree, and in the twigs and branches of my generation. I guess that’s why, when I lose something and I get really worked up about it, I pray to Saint Anthony of Padua.