Quiet…
Faith today is is often quiet.
Whispered prayers. Streamed through headphones. Clicked in apps.
Churches as stores, programs like products,
and we as shoppers, ticking all the boxes.
Moving on…
We say we belong but belonging seems thin.
We talk forgiveness but grudges remain.
Canadian hospitality stays polite, safe and measured.
We wait for gifts before we give.
And where is God in what we call life? He waits too, sometimes unnoticed, outside behind closed doors.
But imagine this instead…
A Christian faith where we is louder than me. A faith that doesn’t need to scream to be seen.
Where God meets us in shared presence – meals, stories, burdens.
Where giving flows from joy, not obligation,
and receiving comes freely, without tracking favours.
Where forgiveness is like life, breathed in, breathed out,
so we can risk being human, knowing we are safe.
Where generations mix, voices blend,
and the Spirit moves through us as one body, one life.
Where each of us asks, “What would Jesus do if He were me?”
Then dares to do it!
This is the God of Scripture, of ancient seeds: present, relational, inviting us into something far greater than a personal, private story — a people living, stumbling, and thriving together.