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I am a Canadian Indigenous man who is a Sixties Scoop Survivor. I love Canada Day, but I have encountered hostility about celebrating it. Here’s why I think we should.

With death knocking so closely at our doorsteps, thoughts turn to the big questions: What happens to us after death? Is heaven real? And what’s it like there?

When we are not part of someone’s journey in a participatory way, it’s easy to miss what is really going on with someone else. When we don’t know the behind-the-scenes story, it is easy to misinterpret what is really going on.

It’s like a Jeopardy game show answer: “These are the three reasons oftentimes given as to why someone with a drinking problem cannot get sober.”

A masterpiece is defined as the best work of an artist. So we are the best work of all that God created.

My racism degrades bearers of God’s image, even while it distorts my own humanity. It is abhorrent in God’s eyes.  And I am guilty of it.

I’ve just finished riding all the roller coasters at Canada’s Wonderland. All seventeen.

Even a few months ago, predicting the rise of drive-in churches was laughable.

Work has moved online for most who are still working. Social distancing and the “stay-at-home” order isolates us, making us feel out of touch and socially disconnected.

I am a risk, not a certainty. If the coronavirus comes for me, the doctors could use their point system to give a ventilator to someone else instead.

Of course, I am only human, and while there are many times where I am glad to hand over the reins to God, sometimes fear and anxiety creep their way back in.

As Martin Luther King, Jr. reminded us more than 50 years ago, “a riot is the language of the unheard.”

As our communities begin to think about the gradual reopening of other businesses, parks, and services, it is important that church leaders also carefully consider what your congregation will do as these restrictions are lifted.

The fight, flight, or freeze reflex may kick in when people of conscience see or hear about the latest incident of Black death.

Abraham Kuiper warned that “if social developments continue to follow the present course, life on earth will become less and less a heaven and more and more a hell.”

When contagion emptied the cathedral, people painted Mary and Jesus huddled in alcoves and on the walls of streets hardly more than alleys. Prayer continued there.

Psalm 109:6 essentially reads, “Condemn my enemies, and may all the devils of hell welcome them with open arms.”

Is it possible for two people who hold different views on an issue to sit beside each other in church and be in unity? 

My husband and I moved to the U.S. 16 years ago.

I have come to realize that Christians are unwittingly selective, and the outcome is a lopsided Christianity.

When we share our trauma, we connect with people on a deeper level.