The Saturday before last, Waterloo Region held its annual “Doors Open” event. Businesses, churches and other notable buildings invite the general public in, to learn about history, architectural styles and the design philosophies that govern the structures we inhabit. We live in downtown Kitchener, and that meant we could walk to a bunch of the sites, freed from vehicular haste, and away from the temptation of a distracting screen.
The aging process can’t be rushed. There are lots of factors that determine the character and flavour of a whisky – the water, type of grain, the place it’s distilled – but the barrel is paramount.
In his new book The Tech-Wise Family, Andy Crouch writes “if there is one word that sums up how many of us feel about technology and family life, it’s Help!”
I’ve been joking with friends lately that books are the luxury benefit of being clergy.
I’ve been talking about sleep a lot lately. I’ve been getting plenty myself these days, but it seems a lot of my students haven’t. So when they come to my office feeling panicky, stressed and overwhelmed, one of the first things I ask them is “how are you sleeping?”
The history (and redemption) of absinthe is explored in Brian Bork’s column.
Instant info-gratification has its own perils, but when current events take a dark turn, watch out. In the wake of the election, my Twitter feed became a dark place. Snark turned to cynicism. Debate turned shouty and insulting. Trolls abounded.
A line from St. Anthony the Great, the father of Christian monasticism, has been glowing like an ember in the back of my mind: “Our life and our death is with our neighbour. If we gain our brother, we have gained God, but if we scandalize our brother, we have sinned against Christ.”
And that reminds me: I need a drink. Not because I’m some escapist sot who reaches for the medicine any time the world seems to tilt off its axis. Instead, I draw inspiration from Chesterton: the “dipsomaniac and the abstainer are not only both mistaken, but they both make the same mistake
These are dicey days in the periodical publishing business. Last week, Books & Culture, the review magazine published by Christianity Today, announced that it would be ceasing print publication after the current issue, and ending its online run at the end of 2017.
I was grateful for Palmer, then, who reminded me that not all speakers need to be alive. So this week, my friend Gus joined us for dinner. Gus has been dead a long time – since August of the year 430, in fact.
There’ve been a good number of think pieces about The Hip over the past few months; pieces that have attempted to capture what this band means to Canadians, why this band never caught on below the 49th, how the band does or doesn’t challenge the thornier issues of Canadian identity.