Appalled & Ashamed: Black Lives Matter, Trumpian Evangelicalism, & the Abomination of Desolation

I can’t even begin to explain the horrendous mix of emotions I felt this morning when I woke up and saw the news: President Trump, standing in front of St. John’s Church in Washington D.C., holding up a Bible, surrounded by riot police and soldiers, deaf to the cries of protestors all around him, silentContinue reading “Appalled & Ashamed: Black Lives Matter, Trumpian Evangelicalism, & the Abomination of Desolation”

Robin Williams, Suicide, & the Demon Called Depression

This morning, I did something I’ve never done before: I cried for an actor. I’m not one to follow celebrity gossip or obsess over the lives of Hollywood stars. I’m not even one who’s overly excited to get autographs from the stars who’ve played my favourite television and movie characters. And unlike a friend ofContinue reading “Robin Williams, Suicide, & the Demon Called Depression”

Blood For Blood

Monster or revolutionary? Hero or villain? From the torrent of comments on Twitter and Facebook, it’s fairly clear that most put Justin Bourque, the Moncton cop-killer in the same category as Charles Manson, Timothy McVeigh, or Osama Bin Laden. I am glad that Justin Bourque was caught, I am glad no one else was killed,Continue reading “Blood For Blood”