After placing our order, I turned and found myself face-to-face with a small woman carrying a listless child.

She reminded him of Jesus washing his disciples’ feet.

God is not threatened by our uncertainty. He does not turn away when we waver.

The landscape of corporate worship has shifted dramatically with the surge of livestreaming.

As I turned onto a smaller road near the traditional market, a truck’s honk startled me. Headlights flashed. My front wheel slipped. This is it, I thought.

Why had I never written to him? How could I not have?

In 1985, I was a typical 3-year-old boy living in Iowa. I played with toy trucks and tractors and didn’t like the word “nap.”

My lifelong Christian identity meant patriarchal Abraham had been my spiritual father. But now I realized l also had a genetic connection to him.

It means a whole lot to us who are left behind if you take care of things beforehand.

Cathy sat on a bench by the library, smoking a cigarette and clutching a cup of coffee.

Here’s how I approach making new friends at church.

If I’m busy preparing for the worst, I forfeit the present and the possibilities within it.

I think this drive to understand could be one of the attributes of being created in the image of God.

Suddenly a black shape leaning against a gnarly trunk snagged my curiosity.

As I turn over the earth, mostly I relish the exercise, the rich soil and earthworms, and the sun or wind on my face.

We never went back. No explanation was necessary.

It’s more serious than some think.

Our congregation had been asked about their comfort level with different scenarios in categories such as marital status, age, first language, and disability.

As Christians, we believe there is a sinful nature inside us that disrupts our relationship with God and other people—and that’s not the way it’s supposed to be.

Is this defeat? A church razed after it was raised in joy and promise decades ago?

Ronald was a 13-year-old student at the Christian school in Houston, B.C. His sudden death sent shockwaves throughout the northwest Central Interior of the province.

Once we arrived at the hospital, we were led to a large, dark, mostly empty room, where against the wall on a small rug a little Indigenous boy sat rocking back and forth. His name was Patrick, and he was 14 months old.

We cannot erase our emotions, but we can learn to lower their intensity so that they become more manageable.