Occasionally in a dream I find myself in my childhood home. My family moved there before I was born, and my parents lived in that same house until well after I had moved out and bought my first house. My memories there are good ones, and in the dreams that take me back, my parents are still living. When I wake up I am momentarily confused, but glad to have had that visit back to a remembered happy time.
Earlier this year, at a gathering that was part of the follow up to the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, I sat next to a woman who told a very different...
In her "Note from Nora," General Secretary Nora Sanders writes that as live into our new church structures, we can now look forward to having more time for conversations about what we seek to be as church.
I am happy to report that I have not eaten any candy since Shrove Tuesday. Well that is almost true; I did accidentally forget that a marshmallow might be considered candy and helped myself to one in my hot chocolate a couple of weeks ago. Candy is such a small thing to give up, although given my habits and sweet tooth, I am reminded several times each day that this is Lent, and that there is something that I am foregoing during this time.
There have been a lot of things bigger than candy for us to think about
We finally have winter in Toronto. At least, we have had three or four days of winter, with beautiful fresh snow, and temperatures that have many staying inside.
Having lived in the far north, I have all the clothes to keep me warm in the cold weather, so I have been enjoying being out. There is something about winter weather that makes you feel very vigorous, very Canadian. I have to admit to being a little disdainful when I hear the voices on the radio talking about “extreme cold warnings”…I have never actually experienced extreme cold in Toronto.
Time is such a precious commodity, and we often complain about not having enough of it.
Last weekend when the GC43 Executive Elect met to continue discerning how they will meet and be accountable and ensure that they hear from diverse voices, one of the things that was mentioned was that we may need to get over being so rigidly time bound. It was left as a challenge, an intention, but without a clear strategy for now.
I had cause to reflect on the value of time on Wednesday as I sat in the parking lot on the north edge of Toronto that is otherwise known as...