Grieving is a unique experience. It’s a process that is as individual as the people it affects. Oh yes, there are predictable stages … but the experience of loosing someone  dear to you is truly a very personal journey. Recently I said goodbye to my dear Dad. It’s hard to believe it was only a couple of months ago. I’ve processed a lot...

“Police believe they found remains of 10-year-old girl.” “Game warden killed after traffic stop.” “Armed men burn down girls school.” Are you depressed yet? These headlines appeared recently on cnn.com. If we look again tomorrow, we will find several others just as depressing. Headlines like these keep some people from believing...

Elizabeth Buhler, then the oldest Canadian living in Canada, was just weeks away from her 112 birthday when she passed away. In a write-up for the National Post, Joe O'Conner said: She deserves a medal, a badge, a eulogy from the Prime Minister and a half-page entry in the Canadian Encyclopedia under the heading: “An Extraordinary Ordinary Life.” Elizabeth...

Thirty minutes from my home flows the Fraser River, a major thoroughfare for millions of migrating salmon that return each summer to spawn in its tributaries. We fishers catch them by casting long lines into quick currents, and when a 5-lb beauty hooks on, the fight can be fun and furious. So what does fishing for sockeye say about friendship...

Can God and politics mix?  Is blending them a recipe for suppressing freedoms, grabbing votes, or promoting the public good? God-talk has become popular among US politicians. Leaders contemplating faith-in-action would do well to look back two centuries to William Wilberforce, the famous British parliamentarian who led a grueling but bipartisan...

"Stop right there!" the elderly patient exclaimed. "I know God hates bastards!" The Christian medical student who was trying to communicate his faith for the first time was a bit flustered. He had just told the patient that God loved her, but his training hadn't taught him how to deal with this objection. Conceived during a rape, this woman...

“Volunteers. We need volunteers!” My pastor’s voice clapped with conviction. I sat in the back of the church and watched as the shuffle began. Young people got up from their seats, and took their places under signs that read: “Nursing Home,” “Hospital Visitation,” and “Coffee House.” My friend Alyssa and I made our way over...