Final Resting Place (poem) – Renate Gritter

I have reached my final resting place. I’m not sure I can take the grace. I’ve seen golden boats and shooting stars. I’ve burned myself with others’ scars. I want the world’s sorrow on my heart. Are these flames enough for rebirth to start? I’ve drank my full of empty...

Rome’s River Edges – By Josh Valley

As a chaplain who lives and works in Thunder Bay, I’ve had the privilege to provide spiritual care and grief counselling to Indigenous youth from Northern Ontario reserves suffering the intergenerational trauma of residential schools, including years of witnessing and...

Job and Helping Others – By Bob Branch

Job and Helping Others  By Bob Branch  NOTE: This entry is more journal-musing than well-argued article, so enter at your own risk!  After reading Sandra Richter’s Epic of Eden, I felt compelled to go back to the Old Testament for my morning Lectio...

#40 – Poetry & Reflection by Terry Van Roon

#40  I am twisted words A life of falling Falling to be faster Bowing to be higher Weeping to be happy Repentance An expectation of the divine Humanity's gift   When I twist words, they become me When others twist words, they bend me to believe To...