By Eric A. Clayton I spent more time than usual checking my phone this past weekend. It didn’t matter where I was or what I was doing: at the brewery, beer in hand; at the playground, pushing my daughters on the swing; at a red light in the middle of a bike ride. I felt …
More than ever we need hospitality and compassion at this moment when people are at risk of losing everything. We strongly encourage that neighbouring countries to Ukraine keep borders open for the eventual arrival of refugees, and assist anyone in need of protection.
How do we pray for peace from half a world away? How can words salve and soothe real wounds, assuage real fears, wipe tears from real eyes?