Very loud squawking noises outside our living room drew me to the window. I pulled out my binoculars to get a better view and met a disturbing sight. Eight magpies had ganged up on a young robin struggling to escape its captors. Feathers were flying, and after a lot of painful, desperate twitching the robin…
The blue van turned off Royal York Road onto South Drive. The man on the back ramp gripped a bar with one hand, and with the other, pitched my bundle of papers onto the side of the road, just a few feet from where I stood. A biting wind carried an early snow flurry. A…
At this time of year, many of us turn our thoughts to Europe, and to the tyranny of the German Nazi regime during World War II. Many of us have stories we remember, or that have been told to us, about what our families experienced in the early 1940s. One such story I remember well….
Remembrance Day often seems to pull the church in two directions. We wear red poppies and remember and honour the dead, our mouths filled with words of sacrifice. Or we wear white poppies, and we speak of peace and holy resistance, protesting the speed in which nations resort to war. Some of us wear both,…
This hymn was composed for Remembrance Sunday and sung for the first time in Coventry Cathedral in England. During his years in ministry, Rev. Kaan helped form the World Alliance of Reformed Churches. His focus was always on inter-church relations, human rights, and peace. Born in Haarlem, his experience as a young teen under Nazi…
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