A reflection on the speaker selection for a gender justice panel at the ACT Alliance General Assembly in Uppsala, Sweden, which consisted of a majority of men.
continue readingAt the ACT Alliance General Assembly, the church continues to twist itself in knots about sex and sexuality.
continue readingWhen I acquired HIV in 1987, it was “a death sentence”. One of the first comments made by my GP in 1990 in Regina, when he gave me the HIV+ test result, was that I would need more tests to find out “w...
continue readingIn the summer of 2018, our church decided to try Vacation Bible School camp (VBS). The last time the United Church had organized a Vacations Bible School in the Gatineau Hills was circa 1955. Unsur...
continue reading“Great is thy faithfulness, Great is thy faithfulness, Morning by morning new mercies I see…” For no reason I could think of, this was the song I was humming to myself as I set out for my early w...
continue readingPeople sometimes share that they forget I am a person who is totally blind. I experience this as a good thing, an acknowledgment that they feel acceptance, and embrace me for who I am, my abilities an...
continue readingThey say a picture is worth more than 1,000 words, and I agree. To try to understand the Rohingya crisis, I had read much about who the Rohingya Muslims are and why they are being persecuted. It ha...
continue readingWe have received many comments and questions about whether or not to incorporate the “’Twas in the Moon of Wintertime” into Christmas carol services. Thanks to Dana Lynn Seaborn, of seabornsong.c...
continue readingQuebec City, traditional territory of the Wendat people, hosted one of the last hearings of the National Inquiry into Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls.
continue readingOn the 75th anniversary of the liberation Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp, General Secretary Nora Sanders writes that some anniversaries need to be marked, not as celebrations, but as reminders of the inhumanity that humankind is capable of.
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