"I can't breathe" were George Floyd's last words as his life was taken from him by a white man. A man who shares my skin colour. A white man crushing him with his knee while George lay there unarmed, handcuffed, and unable to help himself.
So what is it that keeps me coming back to believing God exists? What is it that keeps me holding on to Christianity and to the Jesus story in particular? Maybe I'm just crazy or maybe I'm just in tune with reality.
Regardless of the angle with which you come at it, Christmas is an opportunity for us to look inside and ask ourselves what kind of people we are? Are we using our privilege, our power, our authority and our wealth to prop ourselves up and pull others down or are we using those things, no matter how much or how little of it we think we have, to love the other and make a difference around us? To do the latter is not weakness. It is true power.
Yet, there are still days when I feel at a loss, clueless, and frustrated with my inability to finally wrap my mind around it and figure out the perfect way to raise ‘em right!
When my lamb poutine was brought to me I had little idea how it had come to be but there it was. If I tried to describe it, you would literally think I was describing a cake and I would not be lying. Yet, it was a poutine. Just not the traditional kind.