by Emily Wierenga | Sep 5, 2012 | amazing, art, beer, believers, children, church, community, ed cyzewski, festival, grace, hippies, hymns, imperfect prose on thursdays, parenting, synchroblog, wild goose festival
it’s a collapse of child and mother, the after-supper kind of collapse. we haven’t seen each other all weekend because i’ve been away and we have joey and jin here too. and sometimes this having other people in our home feels a bit like the curtains... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 3, 2012 | art, artist, calling, conference, creation, creator, identity, imperfect prose on thursdays, justice, love, salvation, weight, wild goose festival
following are some photos, and a snippet of my talk, which i gave this sunday at the Wild Goose Festival… taking some time now, to recuperate and reconnect with my boys, but we will be starting Imperfect Prose again, this Wednesday… hope you can join us!It... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 29, 2012 | cancer, children, flowers, garden, identity, love, mum, needing, parenting, she loves magazine
…As a mother of four boys—two of them my own—I’m trying to need them in the way that Mum needed her flowers, in the way that she needed me when she got cancer. In the way that she would leave messages on my answering machines which consisted mostly of “umm,” and... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 29, 2012 | calling, children, christians, crucifixion, david platt, holy spirit, homeless, Jesus, radical, sacrifice
the more i read Radical the more uncomfortable i become, because i’m not sure that i’m a christian. i think i’m a wannabe follower of Christ who’s missed the boat. he said, follow me, and i said, wait! i have my art and my writing and my... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 27, 2012 | canada, church, closes, coffee, coffeeshop, community, crusades, damage, david platt, faith, food bank, friendship, Jesus, poor, poverty, radical, sabbath, sunday, unity truth church, winnipeg
yes, i am a disgruntled pastor’s daughter who grew up going to church every sunday and begrudging it. the hours spent listening to a father she didn’t know and the small talk afterwards (which i still dislike), the feigned interest in weather and health...