Around 20 volunteers are needed by December 6 to help people in that interior community clean out their flooded homes.
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Several years ago, as I was pastoring an established church, my wife and I were struck by how hard it was to get our unsaved neighbours and friends to come to church with us. Some might come to an Alpha Course in the church building, but that often didn’t translate into regular church attendance. Something was wrong with our approach to evangelism.
It has now been several days since heavy rains caused massive flooding in southern B.C. The situation is rapidly evolving, and we are actively assessing where our help might be needed. We are now inviting cash donations for our BC Flood Response for those impacted by heavy rains and flooding.
Mennonite Disaster Service (MDS) is monitoring the situation in B.C., where torrential rains have caused flooding and mudslides that has affected many communities and residents.
Please pray for Arnold Community Church, Broadway Church, Central Community Church, Greendale MB Church, Main Street Church, Sardis Community Church, and Yarrow MB Church as they assist those who have been affected by the flood in BC. Let’s also remember to pray for the emergency response teams who have been working tirelessly to ensure the safety of those who have been affected by the flooding.
I heard the words ‘happy’ and ‘apocalypse’ together in 2012. Just before Martha and I moved back to Winnipeg, our family visited Vancouver’s First Baptist Church to hear the church’s pipe organ, and one of our favourite preachers.
For Bradley and Virginia Walker, livestock farmers in Endeavour, Saskatchewan, this year’s weather was a disaster. “The rain was so patchy,” said Bradley. “Some places got good rain, we got nothing.” The lack of rain meant they couldn’t grow enough hay to feed the 350 head of cattle on their organic beef farm. “Normally we grow enough,” he said, noting that wasn’t the case this year—there isn’t enough hay to get the herd through the winter months.
Our son starts university in a few days. I struggle to describe the potpourri of feelings that blossom within me when I consider this fact. For one thing, I am very proud of what he has accomplished to reach this landmark; then, I am concerned about how he will navigate this change of course. Will he flourish in this new stage of (online) learning or be frustrated and overcome by the workload and lowered level of accountability? How can I, his father, guide him through this?
Written by Elton DaSilva This is part four in a six-part dialogue on the subject of discipleship. We invite and encourage you to submit your thoughts and opinions by email…
A familiar Scripture passage comes to mind when I ponder how to pray for the upcoming federal elections. According to Matthew 6:9-10, Jesus identifies us as people or citizens of God’s kingdom, and as the children or family of God. In our identity as citizens of God’s kingdom family, we are invited to pray for our nation — for his kingdom to come and his will to be done here in Canada as it is in heaven.
All of Joseph Gudo’s hard work was summed up in one small plate of food. He’d laboured for months in the field and uncountable hours in the kitchen all in service to this dish—a neat pile of mashed cowpeas (or black-eyed peas), buoyed by a bold pinch of cayenne pepper and dressed up with pops of colourful diced tomatoes and green peppers. This was everything he’d been working for, his heart and soul on a plate.
“Thank you for not leaving us alone,” one woman told Paul Shetler Fast, MCC’s health coordinator and former representative in Haiti who was present for the Aug. 31 distribution. “We’ve felt very alone these last days waiting after the earthquake, hoping someone would come, hoping someone would not forget us.”
“A derelict house has become a home.” That’s what Dan Driedger, Executive Director of MennoHomes in Waterloo Region, Ont., said about how volunteers from Mennonite Disaster Service Ontario made it possible for a Syrian refugee family of five find new a new house to live in.
The unexpected, tragic deaths of our twin sons, Jordan and Evan, dropped me into a dark hole—which King David aptly named “the valley of the shadow of death.” It is a foreboding and unfamiliar place. It is inky black with a high ceiling that blocks out any light. I fumbled through my days in its shadow.
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