Halloween, a holy time we explore our humanity

Halloween is one of my favourite times of year. Not just because of the costumes and candy but because it is a holy time when we explore our deepest desires and fears. It is also a time I remember my mom, who passed away when I was a teenager. What does Halloween mean to you?

Parents and guardians, we see you

A few weeks ago we celebrated Christian Family Sunday at St. John’s, a celebration of our relationships with one another that also coincides with Mother’s Day. One of my favourite things about that particular day in our church calendar is that it celebrates all the ways we are family. Growing up I had a “guncle”, a man who wasn’t my uncle or my godfather. He was my dad’s best friend, and a big part of my life (imagine a giant man, bald as an eagle, bearded, and a constant source of good humour and kindness). Even after he moved with his family from Nova Scotia to British Columbia he has continued to be one of my cheerleaders. In many ways, even from a distance, he and his wife helped raise me.

Family Sunday

While in Jerusalem, during his last days, while having supper with his friends, Jesus foreshadowed his death, saying, “I’ll be with you only a little while longer”. Understandably, Peter turns to him and says, “Where are you going? Can I come with you?” These friends have travelled the Judean countryside together, they have crossed the Sea of Galilee, journeyed in Samaria. They have followed their teacher into the temple courts, the hillsides of Galilee, the garden outside the city, as well as into private homes of both honourable and disreputable people.