Treaties themselves, traditionally understood, are not meant to be cold, legal agreements between competitors in a zero sum game, but rather, they are friendship agreements about how to live together in a good way….read more
…articles like these are included precisely because the experience of indigenous peoples, in their relationship with colonial societies, has been of policies inflicted on indigenous communities that break down traditional social structures.read more
In exactly 46 days, in Winnipeg, there will be a 12k walk and gathering at the National Centre for Truth And Reconciliation in support of Reconciliation Bill C-262 which, if enacted, would ”require the Government of Canada to take all measures necessary to ensure that the laws of Canada are in harmony with the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples.”
Several weeks ago I won an award for poetry at the annual Word Guild Awards Gala in Toronto. I was not able to attend, so I’m grateful that my buddy Tim Huff was able to accept on my behalf. Tim is the illustrator and co-author with Cheryl Bear on a magnificent...
I remember wondering what it would have been like to be a friend of Jesus, to have experienced his vigor, his newness and the wild hope he would have aroused for a long awaited promise to be fulfilled. And then to experience his grim suffering and death, and to have no idea that the astonishing Resurrection life was about to break into history and inaugurate the new creation, eternal and ever-green. The anguish must have been crushing.
It is no accident that church tradition celebrates the resurrection of Lazarus on a Saturday (Sabbath), the final day of creation, making it also a foretaste or signpost of re-creation. It is also poetically poignant that Lazarus Saturday falls on the eve of Palm Sunday, the day Jesus set out from Bethany on a donkey to goad the great and final confrontation by which he conquered death by death.
The spiritual disciplines are not magic. They are certainly no guarantee of life unsullied by suffering, error, or outright failure. This I know from experience. Neither are the disciplines a strategy to obtain brownie points from a stern God whose only joy is to suck the life out of everything that is fun to do. I suspect that the spiritual disciplines, in themselves, have little value. But they are, I think, related to Paul’s confidence that, “It is for freedom that Christ has set us free” (Gal. 5:1). And though we don’t normally assume a corollary between discipline and freedom, I hope to make the case that the two could hardly be more closely related. And to better understand my meaning, we only have to take this out of the realm of the spiritual and look for a similitude in the physical.
..beauty almost always has a subtext of sorrow. Great beauty knows that behind God’s gladsome salvation which promises creation’s liberty, there is the heaviness of sacrifice borne by the One who absorbs our folly so that we may flourish. Beauty knows, in the end, that Love is terribly costly.
Most of us are at least somewhat familiar with the infamous St. Patrick, whose feast day we celebrate on March 17th. Fewer folks, I suspect, have delved into the mysteries of St. Joseph, who is only mentioned briefly in the biblical text but who has been granted by the church his own feast day as well, just two days after Patrick’s. As I’ve written a blog on St. Patrick in the past, I thought this year I would highlight the life of St. Joseph in greater detail.
I only recently discovered that Lent means spring, and derives from the word long or lengthen. It refers to the lengthening of days when the sun releases the earth from her icy bondage…
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I was eight or nine years old the day I just came out and asked my dad if there was something wrong with Indians. He stopped what he was doing, looked at me for a few seconds and said, “Now why on earth would you ask that question?” I explained to Dad that I noticed there were a disproportionate amount of First Nations men on the inside of prison than on the outside and wondered why that would be. My dad just looked at me and eventually responded with, “You need to be asking questions like that for the rest of your life.”