We spent the whole month of October in Valencia, birthplace of paella, on the southern coast of Spain. Half the day I’d usually go exploring with my family. We’d jump on buses or take long walks through the ancient walled city, investigating its history, architecture, food and culture.
Each night before putting our son to bed, we read a few stories from our children’s Bible. There are stories of Adam and Eve, of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, of Deborah and Ruth, of Jesus, Mary, Martha and the other disciples.
The September Anglican Journal featured an article on page one—An ‘appalling, inhumane’ experiment— that quoted from a statement Archbishop Fred Hiltz, primate of the Anglican Church of Canada, and I made in response to the revelation that children at residential schools in the 1940s were subjected to nutrition experiments.
“Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee”―John Donne, “Meditation 17.”
With those words in mind, recently I watched a very moving and compelling video whose subject was Dr. Donald Low.
When we talk about love, what do we mean? Because love is not an emotion. It’s an action —not a noun, but a verb. Real love—true love—involves sacrifice. Sacrifice.
On August 10 I went to the funeral of Sister Constance Murphy at St. James Cathedral in Toronto. For seventy-seven years, she had been a life-professed member of the Society of the Sisters of St. John the Divine (SSJD).
When we as a church think about saints, we often find ourselves caught
between two worlds. On the one hand, that classic (and often canonized)
depiction of a saint as a monastic somewhere way back in history, and on
the other, ourselves—in our jeans, in our families, in our crises, in
You are doing something really, really important. I know it’s not easy. I see you with your arms overflowing, and I know you came to church already tired. Parenting is tiring. Really tiring.
Before the inevitable autumn crunch my family escaped to one of the Pacific Gulf Islands for a short holiday.
People my age or older will remember quite a few sayings (and a surprising number of pop songs) that warned us that life is not about money.