The many unexpected shapes of hope
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The many unexpected shapes of hope

This editorial is a revised version of the speech Angela gave over Zoom in November as the recipient of Redeemer University’s 2020 Distinguished Alumni Award for her 12 years as Editor of CC. When I started with Christian Courier in January 2009, Prime Minister Stephen Harper had just prorogued parliament, Barack Obama was inaugurated and…

Our Narrow Now
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Our Narrow Now

During the first few months of the COVID-19 pandemic, the recurring theme in my industry was fatigue. Many of us were working longer hours to help our organizations weather the storm, and the pace went from fast to frantic overnight. You could see it in people’s faces and detect it lurking behind emails sent at…

Flight Patterns
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Flight Patterns

Not all words have wings. Some are just box printed, quick texted and rarely get lift off. So as we sit perched on Christian Courier’s 75th anniversary, we are left to wonder: what boundless grace has granted us the privilege to write, print, share, preach, laugh and walk together all of these years? May we…

The Hardscrabble History of a Proud Prairie Church
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The Hardscrabble History of a Proud Prairie Church

The endless prairie all around is so bereft of people and buildings today that coming up on St. Stephenie Scandinavian Church from any direction is a resounding joy, even though the old church is but a shell of its former self. It’s hard to imagine the neighborhood teeming with Danes and Bohemians and Virginians, a Great Plains melting pot, each family – eleventy-seven kids too – trying to make a go of it on 80 acres.

7 Tickets to Scotland Just Before the World Shut Down
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7 Tickets to Scotland Just Before the World Shut Down

For five months now, we’ve sheltered-in-place and hoped that would beat the pandemic. We’re grieving our losses, braced for the next plot twist. It feels like we’ve left the literature section and entered science fiction. Headlines have an apocalyptic tone. “What is it all for?” Frodo, bone-weary with his burden, asks Sam in The Two Towers.

Say Their Names
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Say Their Names

My heart broke when I heard that a police officer had killed another Black man. My first response was “Not again!” When I finally saw the video of George Floyd’s death, I was upset and angry. I do not typically curse, but this time I did, and I prayed. It was unbelievable to see a white police officer pressing his foot on the neck of Mr. Floyd with a hand in his pocket in the presence of other police officers and bystanders.

Two Truths and a Lie

Two Truths and a Lie

Are you familiar with the ice breaker “Two Truths and a Lie”? The game requires participants to share three statements about themselves – two sentences that are true and one that is false. The rest of the group tests their knowledge of the individual in question and tries to spot the lie. For example: I’ve completed the Camino, I own a horse, and I love to rock climb. Which one doesn’t quite sound like me?

The Dog I Didn’t Know We Needed

The Dog I Didn’t Know We Needed

We spent most of January in our backyard, avoiding a virus. Yep, January. It was because of our puppy. She was two months old and unvaccinated, so staying home kept her safe from canine parvovirus, an infection that kills 91 percent of untreated dogs. But the risks of not socializing a puppy are also real: without being exposed to new people, animals, sounds and places at a young age, dogs react badly to new things later on.

My Mentor Bert

My Mentor Bert

The week that Bert Witvoet died, the World Health Organization declared COVID-19 a pandemic and Canadians began hoarding toilet paper. “At last!” I imagined him saying. “No toilet paper? This could be Christian Courier’s moment – people will need newspapers again!” The joke might look a little bald here, but I’m pretty sure Bert could carry it off.

It Tolls For Thee

It Tolls For Thee

When I was ten, my grandfather died. Our family was still in Holland. I remember the open grave, lowering the casket and taking my turn pitching dirt into a deep black hole. Adults said Grandpa died in the assurance of faith and the hope of the resurrection. It comforted me; my Grandpa was a child of God. There was no talk of Grandpa happily reunited with Grandma in heaven.