I just returned from a wonderful – though very full – trip to see family in Manitoba. Thanks to all of you who made it happen and made it so fun… so much love! Peace, dwight
“Next Year in Jerusalem!” my brother reassured me, as I lamented our pandemic Easter. 2020 relentlessly exposed the myth of control I try to hide behind. Sometimes I fear the cracks in my spiritual, emotional, relational, and physical realms will
My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies, by Resmaa Menakem Menaken encourages us to “stop trying to address white supremacy through dialog. Don’t expect to change the world by teaching tolerance. Forget about
After spending some time with my grandmother, my cousin wrote a beautiful blog post. the journey of a diamond “Her arms held a million wrinkles and 100 million memories as well. As we (my mother and I) entered the room
Well, we’re back and beginning to recover from jet lag after our first trip to the African continent. Lynette, Pascal and I got to spent the better part of July in Kenya, with a few days in London en-route. Lynette
Had a great family vacation in and around Winnipeg. Connected with a number of church leaders in the avant-church world and connected with lots of family. One night we got together with Mark Humphries and the simple church he does
After more than a year of labor, permit problems, miscuts, and slivers our deck is done. At one point we even received an injunction to halt construction… but thanks be to God we got it all straighten out. And now
For some time Lynette has had an altar in her creative space at home. The altar serves as a prompt to prayer, and is littered with holy objects from her journey: photos of people, poetry, journals, prayer beads, etc. Though
Well, Lynette, Pascal, and I have returned from a week with Lynette’s family at her parents cabin on Ditch Lake, in Southern Manitoba. Certainly a much needed break. Wonderful conversations, great food and sitting around campfires; not to mention sneaking
Lynette and I use New Years day as a reminder to sit down and have a conversation regarding who we sense ourselves becoming. We used set goals but we rarely do rather rather our conversations attempt to articulate trajectory; give
Innocence cannot be saved. It seems every child will experience this loss. And it always hurts. Yesterday I watched as my three-year-old son lost some of his innocence to a small group of boys ranging from 4-8 year-olds who were
Let me pick up from my “young love” post of yesterday. So I was a poor college student recently home from studying abroad. Lynette’s birthday was coming up and I didn’t have two cents to rub together. I opted to
As you my know, I am strive to live a life of non-violence. Well, I had lunch with Paul Steinke yesterday and we were talking about violence and Christian responses and he was lovingly challenging me on my stance, and
Lynette, Pascal & I are back from Kentucky. I had the privilege of officiating the wedding of Andrew and Hannah. The whole weekend was filled with beautiful relational moments. Dallas and Leanne came down to the wedding so we even
I think that of all people of all time I am blessed. God is so good to me. Here I am sitting in my studio, hearing my partner and son singing upstairs, I’m surrounded by great books, and art. Augie
o happy day – christmas 2001 As the holiday season rolls in, I find myself longing to set Christmas apart as special and unique. Christmas is so much more than a thanksgiving celebration or a mere remembrance, more than gifts
