The Humility of Christ in the Incarnation The message of Christmas, of the Incarnation of Christ, is a story of great humility. The Incarnation of Christ was the “in-fleshment” of the Son of God, the Eternal Word who took on human flesh. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and
There is a general principle of life that has become increasingly important to me (especially over the past year): Almost nothing that is valuable can be acquired without a corresponding cost. I say “almost nothing” simply because I haven’t thought through all the metaphysical implications of this statement. Perhaps this principle cannot be applied to
Disturbing News and Historical Reckoning In late May of 2021, the disturbing news broke of 215 child remains discovered at a former Kamloops Indian Residential School in British Columbia. This news comes after several years of discussion, research, and raised awareness of the legacy of residential schools in Canada, forwarded by the federal Truth and
We all agreed to shut our schools down, close our businesses, move our church services online, and wait for further notice from the government. These actions were definitely out of a sense of fear, believably out of love for our neighbours, probably out of a sense of patriotism, and possibly with anticipatory obedience.
The story of Christmas is one of stark contrast. In both the event of the Incarnation and the history of the holiday to commemorate it, very different things are brought into close proximity. Whether from gnostic philosophy, rigorous pietists, or totalitarian regimes, Christmas celebrations have been a continual source of criticism and controversy since the
I was recently made aware of the passing of a former schoolmate from Junior High. We attended the same grade and had some common friends, but we were not personally close.
Ireland~800 AD The rich, melodious voices rose up together in unison. The high vaulted stone walls echoed and rebounded the graceful song. In the church, hundreds of candles lighted the vaulted chamber giving it a holy, almost ethereal beauty. One by one, the hooded monks walked slowly into the chapel, their chant filling the air.
Oh the sunrise! That painting in the sky!
