by Emily Wierenga | Aug 23, 2013 | #TheGlobeandMail, children, Crisis, God, guns, pacifism, peace, peacemaking, refugees, Sammy Yatim, Syria, UN, violence, war
My boys are asleep in the room next-door. They are young enough to believe in magic and tickles. They are young enough to ask me to pray when they get sick. And they’ll always be young to me.via reckless youth instagramBut the world has a way of forgetting... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 4, 2013 | cancer, church, death, faith, peace, psalm 23, shadow, sheep, shepherd, trust
I’m learning how to shepherd. I feel the call, tugging at my hemline.But before you can shepherd, you have to know what it means to be a sheep.Sabbaths are hard for me. Not because I don’t want to rest but because I feel obligated to keep doing, keep... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 9, 2012 | canada, death, grandpa, kill, life, peace, remembrance day, soldiers, tim hortons, war, world war 2
(Grandpa Dow holding Aiden soon after he was born)Dear Grandpa,I thought of you today as I pinned my poppy into the red felt cloth of my coat. The petals and the cloth bleeding together. I was standing in line at Tim Horton’s and they had a basket full of... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 12, 2012 | bills, book giveaway, cara sexton, children, hope, imperfect prose on thursdays, joy, lamp, light, peace, politics, whimsy smitten, winner
I am tired and too delicate for this world. It all seems to fly at me at once today, an assault of worldly concerns and it feels like just too much and I whisper for Jesus to come and come soon and all the while I feel like a hopeless lunatic just waving my arms as... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 21, 2012 | a deeper story, evil, God, good, pacifism, peace, war, warfare, weapons
“Not only am I a pacifist, I’m a militant pacifist.” (Einstein)A person I know says he’s a pacifist. He, the grandson of a man who fought in World War 2, and of another who fought in the navy, says that if someone were to threaten his family, he would not defend... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 6, 2012 | brown skin, children, cross, Easter, Jesus, love, peace
My foster son is sitting at the white table, the little one I bought at Superstore. He’s coloring. “When I’m old, Jesus is going to make me a Fisher of Man,” says Joey. I listen from my laptop. “Like Opa, or Uncle Phil. Uncle Phil likes fishing.” Joey is new to church...