Today is the first day of Advent and the Christmas "countdown" has officially begun. This is normally when I start my Christmas routine. I pop on the Sufjan Stevens Christmas album, get out the decorations, start my shopping and embrace the general merriment of the season. Last year, I even attempted to bake Christmas cookies … Continue reading Advent is Now
On the shore of Ontario's beautiful Lake Rosseau, under a fresh blanket of October snow, more than 250 strangers from across the Greater Toronto Area gathered for an Alpha Weekend Away - most likely the largest ever held in Canada.
Even though I know (theoretically) that faith is a complex, challenging and long journey that requires absolute trust in God, deep down I still believe I can rush ahead by myself.
How is it possible that, earlier this year, I had the most enriching faith experience of my life walking in the footsteps of Jesus Christ in Jerusalem, yet, over the course of the summer, fell into a foggy state that I can only describe as faith amnesia?
O Lord, we call upon You in our time of sorrow, that You give us the strength and will to bear our heavy burdens, until we can again feel the warmth and love of Your divine compassion. Be mindful of us and have mercy on us while we struggle to comprehend life's hardships. Keep us … Continue reading A Prayer for Toronto
What does it mean to live a life in the knowledge that we are the beloved of God, and that our value comes from that alone?
"We're walking through a narrow, 3000-year-old underground drain in the pitch black, in knee-deep rushing water?" I asked. “At least it’s only knee deep!” said Steve.
"I believe; help my unbelief!" The father's prayer from Mark 9:24 was my prayer this week. The further I go down the path of my own faith, I see that the way is paved with trust in the Lord. And trust is hard, especially when I'm so used to leaning on my own cleverness, skills, … Continue reading Saturday Morning Devotion
It was the first day. We didn't know each other yet. If we got hurt, we would be out of commission for the rest of the trip. Climbing Masada would set the tone for how we approached the rest of our time in Israel, both individually and as a group.
How can I explain what I felt on our trip to Israel and Palestine? I can't do it in one blog post. This is the start of a series of stories.
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