Pastor James Coates is the first Canadian pastor jailed for hosting a Church service in non-cooperation with Alberta’s health rules. The Edmonton pastor was taken to the Edmonton Remand Centre wearing wrist and ankle cuffs. His crime? Refusing to comply with the Government's COVID-19 restrictions specific to church services. The preaching style at GraceLife Church
GraceLife Church has been in a standoff with Alberta health authorities for a few months now. The church has been quietly meeting for near-normal Sunday worship since June of 2020. In a public statement, released on February 7, the church explains its stance and appeals to fellow Albertans. Recently, things have escalated, leading to the
Why a face with eyes of azure? Staring gates of open pleasure. Why the sound of whistling, whining, soft and high, low and dying? Why the grasp of understanding with lips and tongue all underlying? Why smell's sense of familiarity, pleasant, pungent, and vulgarity? Why expression, eye brows, forehead? Written, scribbled, self-suggestive. Oh, the
(This is a poetic-didactic story similar to and inspired by John Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress and The Life and Death of Mr. Badman. I'm writing it primarily for my family, but would you like me to complete this and publish it? Please comment if you wish. Thank you. The Lord bless it to your hearing.). There
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.
Oh Lord come quickly! Oh time draw near! We bear our cross through trials severe.
You just confessed To a murder that you committed You’ve made a mess Your freedom has been forfeited...
I want to look around and write something To hear the sounds, and write something To see the crowds and writes something To reach the clouds so that I can write something
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.
There is yet one man by whom we may inquire of the Lord, Micaiah the son of Imlah; but I hate him, for he never prophesies good concerning me, but always evil.” -King Ahab