When I was a kid October 31 presented a conundrum for people in my community.
During the month of June I was riveted to the TV. World Cup women’s soccer simply absorbed me. I’ve never been an athlete and in my mid-fifties I consider myself lucky to be able to do a few pushups. So watching women from around the world run, pass the ball with accuracy and throw their bodies to the pitch just blows my mind.
There are two things that demand my attention. The first is how far women’s sports has come and has yet to go; the second is how soccer challenges our assumptions about what it means to be female.
When my mother and I get pedicures she always talks to the woman who paints her toes. This drives me crazy.
That resonates with me. We are broken, but we follow Christ. Understanding the complexity of racism is part of following Jesus.
On some topics, maybe we’ll never agree on what our “task” should be.But can we listen in good faith to committed Christians with whom we disagree?
I’ve spent a lot of time and prayer focused on LGBTQ matters and I’d like to share my thoughts with readers. In this series I want to do two things. First, because narrative is so important in understanding different perspectives, I will share my own story.
The new year always bring new laws, regulations and taxes to both provinces and states in Canada and the U.S. Employers and employees have already seen new minimum wage laws, smoking regulations and laws related to building accessibility in 2015. But even though labour and employment are regulated, there are still hundreds of decisions that business owners make according to their own values and worldviews.
In a fallen world we will always have racism – and I think everyone is racist in their own ways. We have to confront it, learn about it and learn how to combat it. And, even more importantly, we must learn to apologize and forgive.
I love Advent. The month of December is filled with garish decoration, but if I can quiet my mind the waiting and longing of Advent reminds me of all that is yet to come. Advent reminds us that God is in control, not us. That’s a comfort when injustice threatens to overwhelm us.
My generation has much to learn from you, but first we have to get to know you. We have to respect you for who you are rather than criticizing you for not being like us.
Quannah Duquette is a boy, happy being a boy, but at times mistaken for a girl. There are many other people, however, who are born male or female and know their gender identity to be incorrect. Others are born with genitalia that lack gender clarity and surgical decisions are made that may or may not match what the person actually is.
When friends of mine go to the Netherlands I tell them they have to experience three things. They have to order a loempia (Indonesian meat and vegetable roll) and eat it outdoors at a market; they must ride a bike through the dunes, and they must spend hours at the Van Gogh Museum drinking in his view of the world. Of the three, Van Gogh is the most important. And I’ve been reintroduced to his brilliance recently because I have been reading Henri Nouwen.