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
At a bible camp in 1978, I gave my heart to Jesus. It wasn’t because I learned how good he was or actually, anything about God. I just didn’t want to go to hell. I was taught a hyper-Arminian view of God in those days. This view is summarized by this: if you sin and suddenly die, you will go straight to hell. So my view of God
For years, while my children were growing up, I had a tradition of sitting down, sometime over Christmas, and reading to them from William Kurelek’s, A Northern Nativity: Christmas Dreams of a Prairie Boy (1976). I didn’t grow up on the prairies but have lived there
In many ways, neighbouring has become a lost art form. From the juggling act of maintaining our busy schedules to the anxiety around relating to those who we see as different than us, the practice of neighbouring can
When looking for people and events that help define Canadian cultural identity there is a fairly predictable list of exemplars that we tend to reference – Prime Minister John A. Macdonald and the construction of the Canadian Pacific Railway, Sir Frederick Banting and the discovery of penicillin, Paul Henderson’s winning goal against the Soviets
Last week New Leaf hosted a day of reflection on the evolving secularity in Canada. The conversation explored not only recent Canadian statistics and a dip into the history of Canada to get a vantage point on how we got to where we are, but also created space for conversation about how the church
Bridezilla: Formed from blending of the words bride and Godzilla (Japanese movie monster). Used to describe a woman whose behavior becomes outrageously bad in the course of planning for her wedding.www.urbandictionary.com/bridezilla (see definition #5) Growing up, I vividly recall being fascinated with monster movies. Classic movies such as King Kong, The Thing, Jaws and Alien captivated
My dad's grandmother was the embodiment of hospitality. She raised her family of thirteen children in the tiny farming community of Wicklow, New Brunswick. She had no washing machine, no dishwasher, no indoor plumbing. But that didn't stop her from creating a home marked by generosity.
I woke up on October 18th to the Canadian headline: Gord Downie of the Tragically Hip Dies at 53. It was evident that much of Canada seemed saddened by the news. My social media feeds were filled with messages
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.