When the federal election campaign started, months ago, I posted a photo on Facebook of Justin Trudeau in a scrum after an event at the University of Toronto. I helped organize the event, and I’m standing just behind him, with a slightly quizzical, slightly proud look. I liked the guy. But I was still sizing him up. As were Canadians.
When a kind doctor told me I had cancer in my lungs and in my bones, I did not realize that I had just heard someone pronounce a death sentence over me.
We are living longer. Over the course of 50 years, the average lifespan has increased in Canada by a decade. But … a longer life is not necessarily a better life.
Although we recognize death will happen to everyone, how is it that some people are able to die with the assurance that death does not have the final word?
In ages past, everyone knew what to expect at a funeral. But those once-familiar practices have begun to change.
As a teenage Christian in the 1960s, I realized early in my studies how important community is to my spiritual and social development.
The whole church accepted that we (the entire membership of the PCC) are confessing our faith in Korean as confidently as we already do in English and French.
The Pension and Benefits Board serves the Presbyterian Church family by managing the pensions of ministers, members of the diaconate and staff of various church […]
The sound of the drums and the songs rang out as 10,000 people turned the corner to Ottawa City Hall. This Walk for Reconciliation marked the beginning of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission’s closing events.
Reconciliation isn’t easy, even when the truth is known.
As I sat there watching people coming in to register, I began to feel myself being pulled into my past. I felt like I was back at the residential school being dropped off as a young child. A strange place. Strange people. Strange language. I started shaking.
As a lay missionary working with Anishinabe people on Manitoba’s Keeseekowenin and Rolling River reserves in the 1970s, I, like other missionaries at the time, was given lessons in how to learn any language and cross-cultural communications.
In June, the General Assembly agreed the denomination should “develop a plan to implement the recommendations of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission related to church apologies and reconciliation.”
General Assembly is about the business of the church and that business seems dry to many. This year, along with the much anticipated and expected […]
It’s true I may not be a racist, but… I’ve sure benefited from it.
We certainly cannot predict the future as it has a way of surprising us. Nevertheless, as I look forward, I do it with certain expectations.
A healthy pastor can send a ripple effect through the church. So can an unhealthy one. No pressure, right?
Without effective strategies to provide workable solutions, the minister has an almost impossible task. So what can we do to help bridge the gap in at least a few areas?
Stirred by a remarkable teacher named Juliette Rodrigue in Lachute, Que., Riddell mastered the score of Handel’s Messiah by the age of 10 and, his feet barely reaching the pedals, at 14 became organist at the local United church his family attended.
All eyes turned to us as we got out of the car. We were not part of the family, we were not friends, we were not invited to this welcome-home party. Yet we were there. Myself and a police sergeant.