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Hamilton public school children will no longer receive shiny New Testaments in Grade 5. The Gideons have been told to stop coming. It’s too confusing. Hamilton’s school board is the latest in Canada to say “no thanks” to The Gideons…Read More→
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So, in the beginning was the microchip. No, it was the iPad. No, no, it was Facebook. Really, this is what it was. For sure. Yes, in the beginning was Facebook. And Facebook was with God, and Facebook was God….Read More→
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PORT ANGELES, WASHINGTON—It’s nearing Easter and I’m at a cemetery on the ocean. It reminds me how fine it is to be irreligious and irreverent and have a healthy toast while doing it. Now, the Scripture doesn’t say if Jesus…Read More→
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Jesus wept (John 11:35). KAMPALA, UGANDA—Remember Kienan Hebert, the three-year-old in one of Canada’s biggest feel-good stories of 2011? Kienan was abducted from his B.C. home and later returned by, of all people, his abductor. Twitter and Facebook lit up….Read More→
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I became a journalist to come as close as possible to the heart of the world.” – Henry R. Luce SANTA FE, New Mexico – I’m skating in the desert, just me and Merissa, a little Spanish girl who’s all…Read More→
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KAMPALA, UGANDA – Job. What a superhero. What a fashionable life to aspire to. You know Job, that ancient Middle-East sheikh who had it all – beautiful children, plenty of riches and great health – then lost it all overnight….Read More→
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“He’s gone. Dead. Godfrey is dead.” “Who are you?” “I’m his daughter.” She explained it to me over my mobile. Saturday, Godfrey had stomach pain. He got medicine at the hospital and went home. The pain went to his legs….Read More→
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KAMPALA, UGANDA—Two friends. One’s confessing a secret. He’s crying. Blubbering. Hyperventilating. “You’ll be surprised,” he says. “Don’t worry,” says his friend. “I know about things. Whatever you’ve done, you can tell me.” “You’ll be surprised,” says the first. “No, I…Read More→
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Trust me, we hear. Every week. Every day. Every minute. Your mother is dead. Divorce knocks. Your son is lost. It’s cancer. You’re laid off. You’ve broken up. The car crash. You can’t stomach it all. Trust? What about lesser…Read More→
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She was a beautiful woman heading for a lifetime of mission work. We were driving a southern Ontario road. And this is what she asked me. “Would you ever consider moving overseas?” “No,” I said, feeling a little bit pagan….Read More→