America is a Gun โ€” A poem

With thanks to June Maffin I am pleased to share an insightful poem by Brian Bilston. June writes: โ€œI believe that living in the US these days is 'Freedom with a Trigger.' ... 'Justice in a Holster' ... 'The Pulled Vote, Not the Cast Vote.' Thank you, Brian Bilston. Your words in your "America is... Continue Reading →

Truth spoken here

I started piano lessons when in third grade at school; I was around eight years old at the time. I remember my first lesson. (For Victoria friends, my first teacher was Robin Wood โ€“ I lasted about three lessons): Right hand only โ€” C D E - E F G - switch fingers 5/4 -... Continue Reading →

PBS โ€” Defunded but not defeated

[Cartoon by Joe Wos] Three simple letters, PBS. Itโ€™s arguably one of the best known and revered acronyms in the US today. Along with CBS, NBC, and ABC three-letter acronyms identified the media landscape throughout my childhood and coming of age in the 1960s and 1970s. Now add to that FOX, CNN, and international sources... Continue Reading →

Itโ€™s no laughing matter โ€” Or is it?

Years ago I suggested to a justice-seeking colleague that we should investigate the role of humour in our social and ecological justice advocacy. We can be awfully serious, I said. Off-putting even. She replied that the context โ€” human rights abuse; the climate crisis; avaricious market hegemony โ€” didnโ€™t lend itself well to comedic treatment.... Continue Reading →

Godโ€™s love made visible

A sermon for the Sixth Sunday after Pentecost, July 20, 2025 for the congregation of St. Stephen, Summerland โ€” The Very Rev. Ken Gray Every once in a while I stumble across some very beautiful language, sometimes poetry, sometimes prose. Itโ€™s good, if after one hearing I want to go back and hear it again,... Continue Reading →

Touched with tenderness โ€” Two online courses worth your consideration โ€” An invitation from Sylvia Keesmaat and Brian Walsh

Friends, As we struggle to make sense of all that is going on in our world and communities right now, I have increasingly been remembering familial stories about living with atrocities. Both of my parents were born during the Second World War, and stories about those years shaped my imagination growing up. These were stories... Continue Reading →

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