In a recent sermon on hospitality, I emphasized the need to press our hospitality outwards from caring for one another in the household of faith (Galatians 6:10) to extending the table to the poor, lonely and forgotten (Luke 14:10). The sermon led to a couple of engaging conversations about the Christian response to panhandlers who are appearing more and more on the medians at our suburban intersections. I understand the quandary of not knowing how
When Jefferson and I first moved into our new home in March, we knew we had a lot of work to do before the house really felt like our home. The mint green bathroom - complete with matching mint green sink and tub, the 1970s chic linoleum kitchen 'tile,' the wallpaper...all that wallpaper... ...And the backyard. Since we first got married, I told Jefferson all I wanted was a small house with a big backyard.
There are a lot of awesome things about growing up in a Christian family. Knowing you are grounded in your faith and having been steeped in the routines of it for a lifetime is a huge blessing. However, it can also mean that these routines can become rote or we take them for granted. Christmas carols can easily fall into this category. Especially if you are someone like me who has a pretty decent memory.
I am terrible with transitions. Some people love change, others are neutral, and I absolutely despise it. Change can be good, like adopting a puppy; change can be bad, like saying goodbye to a good friend or family member. For me, good change feels just as scary as bad change. Because good change is still change. In May 2016, my husband Jefferson and I made the decision to uproot ourselves from my hometown of Brampton
Over the past few weeks a small group of us have met at Next Door to pray and discern the question, “as we are already engaged in Kingdom work, is the Lord calling us be a fuller expression of His church?” This question was formed as the first step in our discernment process, and while the wording of the question is open to some interpretation, it is essentially asking whether we should be more “church
Heavenly Father, We come to you with hearts full of thankfulness. Thank you that you love us no matter what; nothing can separate us from your abundant love. Thank you that when we are weak, you are strong. Thank you that you care about all the details of our lives, even the smallest things matter to you. Thank you for your constant presence as you walk with us moment by moment, day by day. We
Acts 1:8: "…you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth" ForestView Global Missions Vision : To see People Groups worldwide being transformed by the love of Christ. To see the ForestView Community passionate for the nations, living and giving generously to fulfill the Great Commission. God is doing amazing things around the world through His people who have courageously stepped out in obedience
Father, Each morning, I wait for my classroom of bustling students to arrive. As they enter the hallway, I listen. And so their stories are told. In their words and by their actions, I am reminded daily of the battles your children face. One where they struggle to accept their differences as beauty. One where their own communities refuse to accept their unique quirks and gifts as valuable. I hear it in the way they
The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these. Mark 12:31 Neighbourhoods Take a moment to think about where you live. Your neighbourhood. Take a look outside and look at your street. Maybe you know your neighbours by name or you just know their faces or maybe you don’t know them at all. Take a moment and pray for them. When we pray for those that we may
I remember a Friday night many years ago when friends going away for a weekend left without me simply because I couldn’t get off work till 6pm. I’ve since recovered from that slight (even had a good weekend without them!) but it was no fun at the time to be forgotten. You likely have a story of being forgotten. It may be a profound story that has shaped your life or an easily forgiven oversight