Praise God from Whom all Blessings FLOW…. This certainly is the case at the weekly community soup kitchen in our church called the Lunch Hut. I have been keeping a journal of the blessings each week, and I am alwaysRead more
The phrase “amazing grace” simmers in my mind as I ponder all I learned and the people I met on The Presbyterian Church in Canada Healing and Reconciliation Tour to Winnipeg, Kenora, Saskatoon and Mistawasis. Last month I had theRead more
March 8th is International Women’s Day. It is a global day that celebrates the social, economic, cultural, and political achievements of women. It is also a call to action for gender parity around the world. This year’s theme is BeRead more
I am sitting in the calm and peaceful garden area of the Shangri-La Hotel in the heart of Kathmandu Nepal. There is a cozy blanket over my knees and the sun is warm on my face. On the table isRead more
Over the years, I have been involved with mission work through my church and followed the work of our various missionaries—usually in other parts of the world. I have also been privileged to represent the Women’s Missionary Society (WMS) atRead more
As I write, it was just over a year ago that Sarah Kim and I traveled to Ghana for an African women’s conference called Tumekutana. The idea of the conference was to gather reformed Christian women leaders together from allRead more
I am sure many of you have been busy raking leaves. The trees in the Toronto area have lost most of their leaves, leaving our lawns, driveways, and roads covered. So, why do leaves fall? Why are we blessed withRead more
Being in Nepal gives new meaning to the idea of putting on the whole armour of God. At times, I wanted to put on my whole contents of clothes to get to a desired fashion or comfort effect. As a woman always prone to carrying excess weight: read “a chubby child,” “heavy set,” and “rubenesque.” So, I have generally avoided layering my clothing. Who wants to add extra bulk to an already ample figure? I have often looked admiringly, even longingly, at taller and slimmer women sporting sweaters and coats and swathes of scarves knowing full well that I would be dwarfed and ridiculous in such attire. My looks tend to be a thin t-shirt and a light, snug-fitting jacket.
June 20, 2016 – This was a day to stand together with refugees. And, stand together we did within the city of Toronto. Within Nathan Phillips Square, the Mayor of the City of Toronto, John Tory, marked the day with a proclamation in the city,
“NOW THEREFORE, I, Mayor John Tory, on behalf of Toronto City Council, do hereby proclaim June 20, 2016 as World Refugee Day in the City of Toronto.”
Across Canada, cities such as Windsor, Ottawa, Vancouver, Regina, and Montreal, held their own celebrations and others declared their own proclamations.
I learned to love the earth from my mother. She is geographer by training and a climatologist by profession. We would spend days at the cottage marching over the Canadian shield marveling at its billion year-old age. Mom would point to a pine branch and say, “What’s its name, Kath?” I would count the needles and respond, “red pine!” Mom would point to a white vein in the rock and say, “that’s quarts!” She would point to the clouds and explain what they tell us about weather.