Can Christmas be boycotted? I like to think so. I want to know so. Is that even a “thing”? I long to hold it tightly and believe in the real possibility. Boycott maybe isn’t the right word. It’s not that I don’t like or even love Christmas. I do. I love all the traditions and feelings, the gift … [Read more...] about I Still Believe in Christmas
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Draw Near This Advent
I am just starting to emerge from a season of quiet. Not the nice, relaxing kind of quiet but the quiet that can drive you mad. The kind of quiet that stretches out for hours and days and weeks, when one day looks exactly like the next and you don’t know if it’s Monday or Thursday or Sunday. It’s … [Read more...] about Draw Near This Advent
The Price of Love – It’s Worth It
On my Christmas tree, high above where chubby toddler fingers can reach, hang three ornaments side by side. A pair of baby slippers, a ceramic work boot, and a ball with the name “Jon” inscribed on it. Three symbols of a life well lived but cut short. My heart was heavy as I adorned the tree, yet … [Read more...] about The Price of Love – It’s Worth It
Where There is Despair, Let Me Sow Hope
Waiting on the Hope of Christmas This article is part of a series on The Peace Prayer of St. Francis. You can read other entries here: Where There is Hatred, Let Me Sow Love An Instrument of PeaceWhere There is Doubt, Let Me Sow Faith Where There is Darkness, Let Me Sow … [Read more...] about Where There is Despair, Let Me Sow Hope
The Great Light at Christmas
The people who are now living in darkness will see a great light. - Isaiah 9:2 (NIRV) When I was a child growing up in church, one of my favourite Christmas traditions was the lighting of the advent candles each Sunday. Each Sunday a different family was chosen to light the candle and share … [Read more...] about The Great Light at Christmas
Unforced Rhythms of Grace
When I was a little girl my favourite Christmas decoration belonged to my grandmother. It was a Merry Christmas sign that hung in her kitchen window. The letters were studded with mini lights that flashed and changed colours. I would sit at her table while she mashed the squash and buttered the … [Read more...] about Unforced Rhythms of Grace
