A Deacon’s Musing: Leadership|Dreaming Appreciatively

It’s not unusual, as I have the gift to walk with congregations in various stages of self-reflection, for me to hear lament about feeling ill-prepared to engage in the Inside and Outside reality that confronts faith communities in these changing times. This concern, that ranges from apathy to frustration, is not limited to any particular… Read more…

Draft Winnipeg Presbytery Executive Meeting Minutes – March 28, 2017

A Deacon’s Musing: Leadership|Lay Liberation

How we understand leadership – the lens through which we expect leaders to operate – is reflected onto those who are led. As with much in this unfolding leadership exploration, it remains important to remember when discussing the laity that these observations and ideas are more generality than authoritative. This caution, if you will, is… Read more…

Approved Winnipeg Presbytery Executive Meeting Minutes – February 28, 2017

A Deacon’s Musing: Lent|Vignette (McCrae’s Table)

“We’re going to see McCrae” “We’ve been talking with McCrae” “Are you meeting with McCrae?” These are just a few of the ways the people of the Stone Church refer to me. There’s more than one of my kin in their midst. We’re a pretty simply bunch. Usually four legs and a flat top. Not… Read more…

Renewal: Update (170329)

We have new updates for the following Renewal initiative: Reconciliation.

A Deacon’s Musing: Lent|Vignette (The Microphone)

Please, I know you might think it’s cool or hip, but don’t drop the mic! We’re resilient, but we never do well when competing with gravity. Even worse, please don’t throw us. We’re a fine example of well designed technology that helps you be heard. Just like you, our internal organs really aren’t meant to… Read more…

Approved Winnipeg Presbytery General Meeting Minutes – February 14, 2017

A Deacon’s Musing: Lent|Vignette (Gunn’s Stone)

Time moves slowly. Beneath me a life – once lived – slowly gives itself back so something else will be. Its thoughts and choices, celebrations and regrets, a memory kept by some, lost by others. Here I stand, witness and marker, as time slowly moves from then to now to then again. Trees and birds,… Read more…