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.
All over Canada, authorities have been putting strict measures in place in response to the rising number of Covid-19 cases. Many of the measures consist of...
I saw that headline on my Twitter feed from CBC Edmonton. I wasn't surprised to see it, but my curiosity was stronger than my desire to continue scrolling for political news. I opened the link.
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.
Crimson Ink recently published my series of Calvinistic poems called The Doctrines of GRACE. Each letter in GRACE reflects the same concepts of Calvinism's famed TULIP, though re-ordered (G=U, R=T, A=L, C=I, and E=P). I can safely say that each artist of Crimson Ink holds to the five points of Calvinism, though we charitably disagree
Preacher: "Some of you are 'wonton!' You're like a 'whited sepulcher!' You may come to church on Sunday, bow your head and say your prayers Wednesday, but where are you 'wont to haunt' every other day?
Oh the sunrise! That painting in the sky!
O God You are a consuming fire, and we lying in our sins, in unchanged nature are stubble. Would it please You more to kill this sinner or save? Do You not have no pleasure in the death of the wicked?