Johnson began at Planned Parenthood (PP) as a volunteer and worked her way up to Clinic Director. She was there eight years, until witnessing a 13-week old fetus trying to escape the vacuum tube during an abortion procedure. Shocked at the incontrovertible evidence of life, she resigned, later founding an organization called And Then There Were None to help other PP staff quit the abortion business.
Like many churches around the world, Willowdale Christian Reformed Church in Toronto baptized some new believers on Easter Sunday, 2015. By incorporating our friends into the body of Christ, we at Willowdale participated simultaneously in a long tradition of Christian mission and in the “new thing” God promises to do among his people in every age, including our own. We pass on the story of conversion and celebration as a sharing of joy and as an encouragement to congregations.Login to View
Mother’s Day makes me think about God’s maternal side. Christianity is guilty of a patriarchal history that has been oppressive of women. Our conception of God as masculine, e.g. God as Father or King, certainly contributes to our slide into patriarchy. Although written in patriarchal contexts, the Bible itself does not refer to God exclusively in masculine metaphors. There are, albeit few, feminine metaphors used to describe God in the Bible. In this article I want to highlight the maternal or motherly metaphors used.
My parents sang once a day at least, often more, my mother at the piano, her long fingers ranging over those keys as if every key had to be recognized and allotted its own good time. She was, back then, a piano teacher, and her greatest joy, I thought, was making music at the piano in our den. She did it for hours. It was her life, in so many ways.Login to View
For the Dutch, who had endured five years of occupation, the arrival of the Canadians was like popping the cork on a shaken bottle of champagne. In every town Canadians liberated, people poured into the streets, unfurled orange banners and greeted the soldiers with hugs and dancing and kisses. Every Dutch person who was alive at that time has a favourite anecdote about the first time they saw a Canadian soldier.