On this particular Ash Wednesday I am asked whether I prefer for my hand or my forehead to be crossed with ash. I opt for my hand. It will be easier to wash off after the service.
About a year and a half ago I sought help for one of these problems. This launched me onto an 18-month long medical roller coaster, with one thing after another being uncovered, culminating in the most significant challenge to date: a tennis ball sized tumor in my abdomen.
Corwin Koch lives in Abbotsford with his three hockey-playing sons and runs his own business, Koch Strategic Advantage.
Fellow parents, you know the drill. Wake up. Wake others up. Dress yourself and others. Feed yourself and others. Ensure you and the others have all things required for the day ahead. Review schedules and responsibilities with all parties. Disperse to van, car, school bus, car pool vehicle, etc. And that’s only the first hour!
I didn’t realize it at the time, but my overall 2014 takeaway found its microcosm in the night’s unexpected celebrations. When my turn came, I shared that the year had taught me that it’s okay if your life doesn’t look how you thought it would, or how others thought it would…
We were sitting in a circle, all 29 of us. The sun streamed through the trees, volcanoes provided a breath-taking backdrop, and the oh-so-familiar sounds of the Guatemalan streets, dogs barking, roosters crowing, firecrackers exploding, and women patting tortillas, created the backtrack to our gathering. As we sat in the circle, people shared story after […]
I have spent this year living in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, serving in the role of Program Assistant of Precious Women, an organization that works with women who have been trafficked and exploited in the Cambodian sex and entertainment industries.
In my job as a nurse I’ve been overwhelmed with several patients lately whose struggles with health have left me wondering about suffering and finding purpose in ugliness. Do I truly believe that there is something good ahead for these people? Or perhaps more to the heart of the matter, something beautiful?
Infirmities of a spiritual and physical nature plague many of us, and looming ever larger in our subconscious is an election that may render us all jobless in a moment. That would give even the most careless persons pause. No adjustment seems quite so stark as the immediate and violent shift from everything to nothing.
I now find myself every Tuesday sitting in a waiting room full of five-year-old ballerinas, and future concert pianists. I have traded my well-played classical songs of Bach and Beethoven for “Twinkle Twinkle (Annoying) Little Star,” and I love it!
At the end of my 4th year, thoughts of leaving my community began to make me feel uneasy. I kept asking myself: how was I ever going to reach the level of community as I had at Trinity? Will I ever find a community as close and comfortable as this?
Dear Trinity community, can I express how much I love you?
During the two weeks of Spring Break 2014, ten members of my extended family travelled 14,000 kilometers to spend time in the heart of rural Uganda.
I have been learning to find joy in the journey and to intentionally keep my eyes, ears and heart alert to where Christ is living and breathing in those around me.
We often don’t allow ourselves to stop and rest. Too often we push through, and in the process, miss so much.