Canadian Summer Psalm 23
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Canadian Summer Psalm 23

Loving God, to whomwe flock, from whomI wander, I have most everythingI want, my needsare more than simplymet, you’ve more than simply earnedmy trust. You invite my tired bonesto lie down in the grass,and enjoy… You take me to your favouritecamping spotby the laketo watch the water’s surfaceturn to glassat sunset. You restorespirit and soulwith…

Walking with Siebenga and God
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Walking with Siebenga and God

When I was growing up in my tight-knit CRC triangle of home, church and Christian school, our communal economy was sustained by an unwritten code. You supported your own. You patronized CRC businesses and hired kids from your own congregation. If you had to pay a bit more for produce at Vandenbergs’ Market, well, so be it. It’s what you did. You invested in faith.

Autumn psalm
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Autumn psalm

What would David have said about Ontario in autumn? Of the explosion of colour in our forests – and what would he have written about our hills, far as the eye can see, on fire with red and gold and yellow? Would he have seen a metaphor for the way that God makes everything new – sometimes through literal flame, often through figurative flame – through the dying of the old ways to make way for what’s next?