I am not a “jump right in and get both feet wet” kind of person. I will dip a finger in the water, swirl it around a bit, pull it out and then research, research, research. I want to find out exactly what is in that water, how that water will affect my health, and, if there is not enough data on that water, I will sit back and wait until there is, so I can make that “fully educated” decision so characteristic of this information age.
It took two years to pull it off, but visionaries for Christian education succeeded in merging three foundations in support of Christian schools into one organization prosaically called the Christian School Foundation with a membership of 23 Christian schools in Ontario. The three that merged were the Foundation for Niagara and Hamilton area Christian Schools, the Grand River Advancement of Christian Education Foundation (GRACE), and the Central Ontario Christian Education Foundation.
I should have been in a better mood – the ambience certainly called for it. The balcony where the two of us stood seemed to float in the lush tropical foliage that climbed skyward up the steep slope. Resting our arms on the railing of our little porch, we looked down at a white beach to the left and about a hundred feet below. We were at Prince John Dive Resort, a short drive from the city of Palu on the northern edge of Sulawesi, the Indonesian island which sprawls, spider-like, in the South China Sea.
Changes are underway at Redeemer University College in Ancaster, Ontario. Since the 2010-2011 academic year with its record enrollment of 915 full-time equivalent (FTE) students, enrollment has decreased by 16.6 percent to its current level of 763 FTE students.
Islam is Canada’s fastest growing religion, according to the 2011 National Household Survey. Currently at around one million believers in Canada, the number of Muslim Canadians is doubling every 10 years, estimates the Evangelical Fellowship of Canada, chiefly due to an influx of Muslim immigrants.
In other words, chances are pretty good, and only getting better, that your neighbour, your grocery clerk or your doctor is a Muslim.
In 2009, Dressember was born, a quirky fashion movement in which women challenged themselves to wear a dress every day for the month of December. Some women even chose to wear the same dress every day, accessorizing it in 31 different ways for 31 different looks.
The story of the Unruhs and of MDC speaks to a lingering history of societal treatment of people with intellectual disabilities. It is a history that is anguished and sometimes awkward. Over its 124-year history, MDC has been called the Home for Incurables, the Manitoba School for Mentally Defective Persons and the Manitoba School for Retardates.
What began in 1939 as one radio program, in one language, broadcast on one radio station in Chicago, Illinois has grown to a multi-language, multi-media international outreach that touches millions of lives each year. (See earlier story in CC on October 13, 2014).
China may never need to arrest the Occupy Central protestors. Their international support is vastly diminished, and the majority in Hong Kong now wants the occupation to end. Beijing is not likely to agree to any compromise with the weakened protest. Beijing’s focus is clearly on continuing to strengthen China’s economic clout in the rest of the world. Occupy Central protestors may have little choice but to fold up their umbrellas and go home.
A show of works by artist Peter Reitsma entitled “Army of the Empty Handed” recently opened to the public at Flagship Gallery in Hamilton, Ontario. The paintings “speak of love, fear, devotion, loss and hope,” in the artist’s words.
For 20 years, Ashley Lucas only saw her father when she visited him in prison. She is the author of Doin’ Time: Through the Visiting Glass, a play about the families of prisoners, and co-editor of an essay collection called Razor Wire Women: Prisoners, Activists, Scholars and Artists.
She teaches at the University of Michigan, where she also directs the Prison Creative Arts Project – arts programming for, and a literary journal and annual exhibit by, incarcerated youth and adults.
When I pull out old photographs, Gerald doesn’t look any different than other kids his age. Sixties buzz cut? Check. Wildly patterned T-shirt? Check. Mischievous twinkle in his eyes? Check. But it’s not what you see that makes him want to forget his childhood.