It's Just Kevin's Corner

Thoughts from a Canadian Vicar

Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia

Singing in the midst of evil is what it means to be disciples. Like Mary Magdalene, the reason we stand and weep and listen for Jesus is because we, like Mary, are bearers of resurrection, we are made new. On... Continue Reading →

Reaching a Goal

As many of you know, in the middle of June I set out on a journey. My goal was to write 1000 km by August 27. That journey would figuratively take me from London Ontario, to Québec City Québec. I... Continue Reading →

You’ll be Home Again

Last fall I was given the opportunity to take one night a week to do something that was not church related. What a gift it turned out to be. I decided to join a choir. I have never sung in... Continue Reading →

I’m Hitting the Road

“The best way to not feel hopeless is to get up and do something. Don’t wait for good things to happen to you. If you go out and make some good things happen, you will fill the world with hope, you will fill yourself with hope.”

Remember That You are Dust

  Lent has begun. Today is Ash Wednesday. On this day we are reminded of our mortality. We mark one another with the sign of the cross and say the words; "Remember that you are dust and to dust you... Continue Reading →

A Chance Encounter with Robin Thomson 

It will not come as a shock to any reader who knows me well that I make an effort to get to know people when I am in a new environment. That is also true when I am being served... Continue Reading →

My Buddy Oden

A few months after moving to London our neighours - the Spellers - told us they had a dog. I was very surprised. In the five or six months we had been living next door we had never heard so... Continue Reading →

The Difference a Year Makes

  A year ago today, a team of folks from St Aidan's Refugee Resettlement Team (SARRT) made a trip Ea st on Hwy 401 to meet the Mokayed family. Ahmad, Alaa, Abdulkader, and Sara had arrived in Canada the night... Continue Reading →

Are you Vexed?

We have sanitised the story of Jesus of Nazareth. We have painted Jesus meek and mild, serene and perfect. We have done so in our worship, our prayers, our hymnary, our theology and indeed in paintings themselves. But we now from the gospel stories themselves that the life of this Jewish cynic was not the life of Beaver Cleaver.

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