God, it was awful.I don’t know if you were there, don’t know if you care or how you’d react if you were. As for me, let me just say it again to be clear: it’s nothing if not an awful, God-forsaken mess.
In late October, I met with a number of colleagues who serve with an organization in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside (DTES). We were there to reflect on ways to best resource local churches who want to serve
This is the second part of a reflection. You can read Andrew's earlier post on Decolonizing Church here. Weeping. Confession. Resistance. This is the only way forward for a church in need of decolonization. In late September of 2013, I found myself in a large display hall at Vancouver’s Pacific National Exhibition. Thousands upon
A new year has begun. A new year, and a new opportunity to lament a church in decline. Each year, the lament grows louder as denominational leaders and local pastors anxiously demand to know why nobody wants to go to church anymore. I get it. I do. I am a part of a denomination in
October 15 is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. Loss and grief are hard subjects, and when that loss is intimate and hidden from view, like a miscarriage, it may not be an easy topic to talk about. More Canadian families have experienced this type of loss than any of us might realize, so the New Leaf blog would like to remember those empty arms and arching hearts with the contributions of two bloggers who have shared their journeys. Leah Perrault and Andrew Stephens-Rennie.
This blog post first appeared on Empire Remixed. Re-published with permission. I can see myself on that road It’s not all that hard It’s a road I’ve walked A thousand times Will walk a thousand times again Before I can walk no more And tonight, standing before you With you, amongst you I
You ask me how I can still be a Christian when all over the news in this country and that other one to the south, we hear stories, we see pictures, we drown in evidence that to be Christian is a blank cheque to power, infidelity, abuse and deceit.
In this day and age, when we’re endlessly chattering about the “nones” and “dones,” what is it that brings people to, or keeps people coming to church? Over the past decade, I’ve had this conversation with more congregational leaders than I can count.