The real work in the church, just as in a family, is staying connected when things get hard, even if it gets painful.
As I Was Saying
This is The Banner's online opinion column, from a variety of different writers, published Fridays.
My family and I are choosing to trust that the COVID-19 vaccine is a gift from God and the best way forward.
Giving gifts is a lifestyle to the Indigenous people of Canada.
We know who we are: the Imago Dei. But will that make us humble and free us from offense? Wouldn’t it give us something to be proud of instead?
What is interesting to me is that Jesus still had the wounds from his crucifixion. Why would Jesus keep these wounds?
I was scared, and my fear overwhelmed me.
My hope is that the church will hold onto what is good, true, and beautiful while calling out what is base, false, and ugly.
In light of Mother’s Day, let’s take stock of how women have changed the world.
“For the sake of future siblings and the comfort of your family, place George in an institution and forget you ever had him.”
Even for us today, the darkness of Christ crucified remains mystifying. In the cross, God no longer makes sense to us.
I have discovered that in the land of the lonely, one has an immense wardrobe of masks. It makes me wonder what the true face underneath is.
Why have differing expectations recently caused friction in some churches?
The time of COVID is challenging, but how we view our existence in it and how to structure our days is a spiritual discipline.
By offering death as an option to those expected to die in the “reasonably foreseeable” future, Bill C-7, many disabled people fear, would provide an incentive for their mistreatment or even unwanted death.
Could any of us have guessed, when all this started, that we would still be facing the wrath of the Coronavirus a year later?
As details emerge about Robert Aaron Long, 21, the suspect in three Atlanta-area shootings, it seems that the man accused of killing eight people is a committed Christian.
A Christian concerned with social justice is often seen as a “bleeding heart,” for compassion is considered a soft thing compared to the “strong” virtues of fairness, obedience, or lawfulness.
Many Indigenous people across this continent use the spirit of the eagle in ceremonies and feel the eagle feather has special spiritual healing powers.
In the wake of such devastating news, we feel the need to present quick and simple solutions. However, when we do this, we avoid the necessary but painful process of grief.
Anti-Asian attacks have been skyrocketing at an alarming rate since the start of the pandemic. Yet there has been a gaping void of evangelical voices publicly speaking up to defend their Asian American brothers and sisters.
On that wintery day last year, my happy face not only showed a complete naivety of the soon-approaching pandemic, but also bore no knowledge of the tsunami of grief that would crash into my world.
Just like no cow heads would ever grow out of recipients because of the cowpox vaccination, some of the modern-day concerns have been unfounded as well.
When I look at my life, I see that all the suffering I have gone through since my birth has produced in me a resiliency and perseverance that only comes through God’s love being poured out into my heart.
During this prolonged COVID-19 crisis in America, we find ourselves in an overwhelming kind of loneliness.