Leaves

As the leaves yellow, fade, and             fall. I am still clinging to mine. ‘Let go,’ whispers the Beloved. Read more

Living Reconciliation

On Saturday evening, my Parish, Saint James Anglican Church, hosted a reconciliation dinner for First Nations’ survivors of Canadian residential schools. Much like their counterparts in the US, Canadian residential schools were boarding schools administered by Christian churches mandated to assimilate native peoples to North American culture and language. Over 100 years of existence, more than 150,000 indigenous children were forced to attend. An estimated 6,000 died for various reasons mostly associated with abuse while in the custody of these… Read more

Antinatalism and Moral Equivalences

In a recent Grist.org post, the author displays a bar graph which shows in descending impact the things we can do to reduce our consumption of CO2, the greenhouse gas most likely responsible for the rise in global temperatures, attributed to human consumption of fossil fuels. The bar farthest to the right, and thus with the most impact on CO2 emissions is entitled “have one fewer child.” The choice to the direct left of that bar is entitled “live car-free.”… Read more

Watching ‘The Christians’ in Secular Vancouver

The other night, I went to see the Lucas Hnath play ‘The Christians.’ The play has a small cast and revolves around a mega-church pastor who has stopped believing in hell. The play takes place inside the church, and the audience gets the handout for that Sunday’s service. The sermon that launches the play is sincere, and the gospel choir sings joyfully of Christ’s redeeming sacrifice. There is no hint of cynicism or commentary on the typical twang of the evangelical preacher,… Read more

Redemption

Redemption comes in tiny ripples, not crashing waves. Redemption arrives quietly like swallows—one or two appear overnight and stay on for a time. Redemption comes in an instant like the sparkle of grains of sand that catch the sun just right. Redemption works on a person like the tides. What begins as the sharp edges of broken glass-hearts, yield their violence to the slow washing over of the ever breathing sea. Redemption comes like clouds of pollen from sturdy pines… Read more

Religions are Rivers of Life

“Religions are like rivers: they all flow to the same sea.” ― Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love The religions are like rivers great and small. Most of them lead to the ocean. They can be treacherous and rocky. They can be downright polluted in places, constrained and shackled by artificial Riprap. They can be downright polluted in places. They can be constrained and shackled by artificial Riprap by human beings who do not trust the natural flow. But each river… Read more

Two Walks

On Sunday I took two walks. One before church and one after. The first took me through the Downtown Eastside of Vancouver’s urban core. I set up the vestments and chalices for the morning Mass. Then, I left the church and headed west along the boundary between Gastown and Chinatown. Gentrification has created a kind of checker board of social housing interspersed with hip up and coming vintage stores, pizza by the slice and dive bars. Buildings tower over head. The streets… Read more

Malls

Having grown up in Orange County, California, malls will always feel familiar, and wild rivers exotic. Read more

Gull Feathers

The high tide pushed the gull feathers into a straight line along several hundred feet of beach. There was no sign of the body. Only the inscribed threshold of those delicate feathers on the rocky shore. Read more

Non-Yogis Like Me Should Not Practice Yoga. There, I Said it.

In a popular online Yoga for Complete Beginners video, the instructor begins by inviting participants into a Sanskrit-named pose. We, the viewers, are going to relax, to ‘watch’ the breath, ‘create space’ in the body, and ‘connect’ with ourselves. We are encouraged to remember that there are no right or wrong poses. The movements are about “self-expression” and “awareness” of the body. When I finished my awkward attempts at the poses and lay on my back listening to the soft… Read more

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