I saw her on the first day of high school. Her name was Donna and I fell in love the moment I laid eyes on her. She lived in a big house overlooking the North Saskatchewan River. I live in a small house in Edmonton’s east end. Her dad was a well-to-do insurance broker. My…
“Let’s pack this Christmas issue, our last of the year, with uplifting content” (Angela Reitsma Bick, CC Editor, in her pre-Christmas email to columnists). I have always had an uneasy relationship with Christmas. Perhaps that stems from my childhood upbringing in a conservative Dutch Canadian Reformed family. We went out of our way to distance…
“The earth is the Lord’s and all that is in it, the world and those who live in it.” (Ps. 24: 1 NRSV) In the context of a discussion on environmental stewardship, a Pentecostal friend recently posed a question. “If you came upon a burning house,” she asked, “what would you do first – try…
Writers write to be read. I’m not always certain that anyone reads my monthly columns but, from time-to-time, I’m pleasantly surprised to receive responses from you about something I’ve written either by means of a letter to the editor, an email or a personal comment.
One cold and wintry prairie night, a lone motorist had the bad fortune of a flat tire and, to his dismay, discovered that he had no jack or tools to install his spare. The cold and bitter wind removed all possibility of spending the night in the car.
My father served for many years on the Council of his Christian Reformed Church. Meetings were held every Tuesday evening. Every Wednesday morning when, leaving our house for school, my Dad’s suit coat would be hanging on the wash line outside. My Mom refused to have him wear it into the house when he came home late from his meeting because it reeked of smoke.
In the previous issue of Christian Courier, fellow columnist Lloyd Rang wrote a piece entitled “Why ‘Back to the Basics’ is a Really Bad Idea” (Dec. 10, 2018). If I understood him correctly, his main argument is that that it’s foolish to provide our children with an education based on nostalgia for a by-gone era, before the advent of computers, artificial intelligence (AI) and other so-called smart technologies. He stated that, “if you learn a skill today, that skill is out of date within three years” and “basic math, or science, or language skills aren’t what we need” in the world of the Fourth Industrial Revolution.
The Bible is full of similes and metaphors that describe God. In this OT passage, God is compared to a parent eagle and that simile is so rich in meaning that it can’t be dealt with in a short column. I’ll try to explore it in a longer article for CC soon. For now, it is God guarding loved ones as the “apple of his eye” that intrigues me and that I’ll focus on. The phrase “apple of one’s eye” is now quite commonly used and means something like “my favourite loved one,” perhaps because the eye is so important and precious in providing us with sight.
More than 40 years ago, I shared Madeleine L’Engle’s 1963 Newbery award winning children’s book, A Wrinkle in Time, with a grade 6/7 class in a small Christian school in B.C. Briefly, the book is about three children, Meg, Calvin and Charles Wallace, who must rescue their scientist father from a dark planet that is under the direct influence of an evil power. They are aided by three strange “ladies” who take them on an interplanetary journey by creating a “wrinkle” in time.
My wife Louisa and I recently made a visit to our financial advisor to check on our investments.
Some CC readers probably remember a thing called a “letter.” You know, a piece of paper you wrote on by hand, stuffed in an envelope, affixed a stamp and then dropped into a mailbox for delivery to almost anywhere in the world. Now that emailing, texting, Facebooking, Skyping and a host of other digital communication media are available to us, personal letter writing has become pretty much passé. And that’s a shame. Let me explain.
It’s Paul, who says in Ephesians, that you are God’s handiwork, created in Jesus Christ for good works. Or, to be more precise, the original Greek says you are God’s poema created to do the good things that God intended to be your way of life. Poema literally means “poems” or “poetry.” So, what you and I are intended to be is God’s poetry on earth. How lovely is that?!