This coming Wednesday, February 7 is critical to Canadian Indigenous/settler relations and will speak volumes about what is true about our collective resolve to move past wounding relationships to mutually flourishing ones. Here’s how your voice can be heard…read more
This book is written to give voice both to love and to lamentation, to find expression for grief without losing hope, to help us honour the dead with tears, yet still to glimpse through those tears the light of the resurrection…read more
On Saturday, September 23, starting at 1 pm, a group of Indigenous peoples and settlers from Winnipeg (Treaty 1 territory) will walk 12 km from Stephen Juba Park to a public gathering at the National Centre for Truth and Reconciliation at the University of Manitoba to urge the Canadian government to fully adopt and implement the UN Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous People.
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….
…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.
In response to Article 45 of the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples, poet Lyla June Johnston has written about her patient ache for the day when “our collective love… robs the stalk and the root from the thorns of inequity.”
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.