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Red and white

Red and white.   Flags flying on porches. Fireworks crackling across prairie skies. Canada Day evokes complex emotions these days. Some raise their flags with quiet gratitude, thankful for a country that—despite its flaws—offered them safety, dignity, and peace after fleeing war or oppression. Others stay home, choosing not to celebrate a nation still reckoning with its history: the pain of residential schools, the weight of colonialism, the injustices that still linger. And then there are voices—like the one I came across on Facebook—once proudly Canadian, now calling for Alberta to separate. It’s easy to understand the impulse. We live in fractured times. Trust in systems is crumbling. Some feel ignored or betrayed. The temptation to break away, to go it alone, can masquerade as strength. But I want to offer another word. A gospel word. Unity. Not forced agreement. Not erasure of difference. But the kind of unity Jesus prayed for in John 17:   “That they may all be one.” ...

Let the Earth Be Our Sanctuary

This summer, we’ll gather once again in the garden—beneath the sky, among the trees, with birdsong as our choir and sunlight as our stained glass. There are the obvious reasons, of course. We live in Calgary, where summer feels like a gift we unwrap one warm day at a time. When the snow finally melts and the blossoms unfurl, it seems only right to follow the Spirit outdoors. And sometimes, even the most beautiful sanctuary—ours included—can feel a little heavy, a little too still. A shift in scenery invites a shift in spirit. But more than convenience or aesthetics, there’s a deeper invitation here—one rooted in a theology that sees God not as separate from creation but revealed through it. There’s a concept called  pantheism , the idea that the Divine is not only  in  everything, but  is  everything. That God is not just  found  in nature but  woven into  it—the breath in the wind, the pulse of the earth, the shimmer on the river’s surface. ...

Sometimes Justice Trickles In

Last Sunday, I preached about the difference between performative faith and real, justice-driven action. I spoke with conviction—boldly, maybe even a little too boldly—about the need for our actions to go beyond words and into the kind of love that changes systems, speaks truth to power, and uplifts the most vulnerable among us. And I still believe that. But this week, something happened that softened the edges of that message. I got a phone call from an old friend. We haven’t talked in a while. He’s been struggling with addiction. After three hard-fought months in a live-in recovery program, he tried to return to his old life—living alone, working alone, isolating himself in hopes that distance would keep him safe. But the relapse came anyway. He didn’t try to hide it. He told me plainly, with a voice full of weariness, that he slipped. That he’s lonely. He feels like he has no community. Part of him believes he doesn’t deserve one. And part of him thinks he doesn’t need one....

From Empty Pews to Full Hearts: Reflecting on 100 Years of the United Church of Canada

I had a bit of a reality check this week. As I watched CityTV cover the United Church of Canada’s 100th anniversary service at Knox United Church, I heard the anchor proudly announce that over 400 people were in attendance. A beautiful celebration, no doubt—but a small number. In Calgary alone, we currently have 13 United Church congregations. Not long ago, we had 16. A decade earlier, over 20. What happened? Even if every one of our 13 Calgary congregations had 100 active members, that’s 1,300 people in a city of 1.4 million—less than 1% of the population. By contrast, I’ve heard stories of Parkdale’s Sunday School in the early 1960s overflowing with 300 children, and sanctuaries filled with 500 adults every week. Of course, Calgary was a much smaller city back then—around 260,000 people—so that still only represented about 3.8% of the population. Even in our so-called glory days, we were never a majority. And maybe that’s okay. Later that same day, Neil and I made our way to the Cava...

When Life Gives You Lemons, You Don’t Always Have to Make Lemonade

A few Sundays ago, I was just about to leave the church when the phone rang. It was that familiar internal tug-of-war: answer or let it go to voicemail. I hesitated for a moment—but only a moment—and picked up. The voice on the other end was soft but urgent. A nurse from Foothills Hospital, calling with a request. She wondered if one of the ministers could possibly come visit a patient. It was a long weekend, the hospital chaplains were off duty, and the social worker wasn’t available. “I drive by your church every day,” she said, “and the signs out front—they always make me smile. So I thought I’d call.” I told her I was just on my way out, but I could pop by in ten minutes. When I arrived, two nurses greeted me with a whole lot of gratitude. But I quickly realized this wasn’t about the patient. It was his wife who needed someone. She was lovely. Heartbreakingly lovely. The kind of person who still says thank you after telling you the worst parts of her life. She sat beside her husban...

One Choice, Many Ripples

A few months ago, I watched the Netflix docuseries   Adolescence,  and I have not stopped thinking about it since . It’s raw, emotional, and—honestly—a little too real at times. The show follows teenagers as they navigate their lives, choices, trauma, and dreams. What strikes me is not just the decisions they make, but the domino effect of those decisions. One choice—made in a moment of fear, impulse, or longing—can echo for years. Sometimes for generations. Jeremiah 2:4–13 sounds like God’s version of that same heartbreak. It’s not fire-and-brimstone rage. It’s a lament. “What wrong did your ancestors find in me that they went far from me?” God asks, not like a punishing judge, but like a parent in the kitchen at 2 a.m., staring at the ceiling, trying to understand how everything went so sideways. “I brought you through the wilderness,” God says. “I gave you water, land, love—and you’ve traded it all for emptiness.” It’s about betrayal, sure. But unde...

Why the New Pope Matters—Even to a United Church Minister

 This week, the world welcomed a new Pope. And while I don’t serve in a Catholic parish, or wear a collar every day, or keep holy water on hand for pastoral emergencies—I still paused. Because the election of a new Pope isn’t just a Roman Catholic event. It’s a moment that ripples across the entire Christian landscape. It invites all of us—regardless of denomination—to reflect on the kind of leadership the world needs right now. The Pope is one of the most visible religious leaders on the planet. His words reach beyond sanctuaries and Vatican walls. When he speaks about peace, climate, justice, or the dignity of all people, people listen. And that matters—even to those of us serving in Protestant churches in Canada. In a time when public trust in institutions is fragile, when compassion is too often overshadowed by division, it matters that someone in spiritual leadership steps forward with grace, humility, and a consistent reminder that we are called to love. The Pope—at his best—...