Readers write: Jan. 20, 2014 issue
Nelson Mandela: We all love a hero
Politicians and celebrities need saints to lean on.
Nelson Mandela: We all love a hero
Politicians and celebrities need saints to lean on.
In my last article, I explained that baptizo (the Greek word for “baptize”) means to merge or saturate something to the point of transforming its essence. One of the oldest documented uses of baptizo is found in an ancient pickling recipe.
“In your 50s, you find out what ‘cards’ you got in the gene pool,” I’ve heard it said. In the past year, this truism took on personal meaning. Unusual chest pains sent me to my doctor. The results of an EKG and a subsequent stress test—which I “failed”—revealed that my heart bears an unsurprising family resemblance to the hearts of both my father and my mother.
“Pay now . . . or really pay later.” This recent Winnipeg Free Press headline pointed to the close relationship between investing in education and healthcare for the very young, and the lifelong costs of healthcare, crime prevention and social support required by those who fall through the cracks.
Daughter of Pembina Place resident disputes ‘quality of care’ comment
Re: “Bethania Group dismisses CEO,” Oct. 14, 2013, page 23.
I read with interest the article outlining steps Bethania and Pembina Place personal care homes will be taking to remedy the Ray Koop incident.
Next to biblical nativity stories, How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss is one of my favourite seasonal tales. We read it as a family every Christmas Eve.
While we typically view this vintage Dr. Seuss yarn as a reminder that there is more to Christmas than its trappings, it offers something unexpected too. It shares an example of restorative justice at work.
Every Advent I recall December 2003 when I found myself swept along in the tide of pilgrims advancing toward one of the world’s most visited holy sites. The crowds were drawn by the gravity of a story that dates back to 1531 and a little hill in Mexico.
We just got back from a church lunch. Sitting at our table was our young family, a couple in their early 30s and three people in their senior years: a couple and a widow. While our life situations were different, I am learning to pay attention to moments where young and old listen to each other.
Every other Saturday evening the discipleship group our family participates in meets. Various ages, including a boatload of energetic children, gather to enjoy life together, be encouraged, and seek ways to meet the needs of one another and our community as followers of Jesus.
What is the nature of the church today and the nature of the church to come? Will it continue to be important to organize our churches into denominational bodies or is there another way for God’s people to come together?
Reader finds issue ‘disturbing’
Three items in the Oct. 28 “peacemaking” issue disturbed me:
If, according to the gospels, baptizing people with the Holy Spirit was Jesus' primary mission, what exactly is Spirit baptism?
We gathered as a church community a few days after death had visited with a stunning blow. For many of us, our first reaction, upon receiving the news, was a cry of disbelief, "No! " Then we added words like "unreal" and, "This can't be, " as if we had the power to go back in time, to turn death's hand and to stop it from taking our loved one.
For 40 years, Mennonite Foundation of Canada has partnered with people to help them live generously in support of the church and related charities. Increasingly, we find donors are asking questions to better understand the effectiveness of charities.
Climate change. It's a divisive issue.
Whether one believes climate change is happening or not, I believe it is ultimately a peace and justice issue, and how the church responds to it is an important expression of worship.
Before progressing, we need to know our starting point
Re: "What’s ahead" editorial, Oct. 14, page 2.
You’ve probably heard the joke: What is a Mennonite dilemma? Free dance lessons!
Before I list my recipe for a great sermon, I offer some context. I’m self-conscious about my social standing. I just bought a second house, a rental property in a gentrifying neighbourhood close to the university.
On Thanksgiving Sunday our church celebrated the joy of baptism. It was a wonderful and diverse community event as we heard transforming stories of the young and middle-aged who had travelled unique pathways to surrendering their lives to the lordship of Jesus.
I’ve heard it said, “The trouble with Christians in the western world is not that they don’t care about the poor. The trouble is that they don’t know the poor.”
Catholics also display the love of Christ
Re: “Holy contradictions,” Sept. 16, page 4.
As Christians, we are often very prone to tip-toeing around difficult subjects. I appreciate the boldness and truth of this feature article. I agree with a lot, but have a few comments.
Growing up, we didn’t celebrate Halloween. While many Americans might have fond memories of strategic trick-or-treating and silly costumes on Halloween, my own memories involve going to great lengths to avoid it.
My parents, devout Muslims, banned Halloween in our home, condemning it as a “celebration of the devil.”
I was twenty-two years old when I first realized the price of my happiness was too high. I had met some Christians in a small Russian village who, although struggling to obtain life’s most basic necessities, were happier and more content than I was.
“Hey! This is our first kitchen renovation,” I exclaimed to my husband of 37 years, with whom I’ve shared nine homes.
“It was never on my ‘bucket list’,” he glumly replied.