Dennis Gray:

Very interesting article. I’ve heard similar from the people I know in the Parti Quebecois. It’s discomforting how much idealism can resemble less popular forms of governance.

Originally posted on wakeupscotland:

 Ewan Morrison is an award-winning Scottish author and screenwriter.

how one word silencedFour months ago I joined the Yes camp out of a desire to take part in the great debate that the Yes camp told me was taking place within their ranks. Being a doubter I thought maybe I’d failed to find this debate and that it was exclusive to the membership of the Yes camp, so I joined hoping I could locate it and take part. But even as I was accepted into the ranks – after my ‘Morrison votes Yes’ article in Bella Caledonia, I noted that 5 out of the meagre 20 comments I received berated me for either not having decided sooner or for having questioned Yes at all. Another said, and I paraphrase: ‘Well if he’s had to mull it over he could easily switch to the other side.’ That comment in Bella Caledonia worked away…

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Why Am I Still a Christian?

Posted: September 11, 2014 in Personal

Dennis Gray:

When I read this is I found myself tearing up. It was like reading my own diary, and I’m not gay. But that doesn’t mean I don’t struggle with my faith. Doubt, fear, uncertainty, rejection by peers who disagree; many Christian wonder why we still have faith. Stephen’s words express what many believers are feeling. If you’ve ever wondered why we keep believing – read this.

Originally posted on Sacred Tension:

Lately, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about my faith, and why I even have it. The past few months have been hard, and I’ve been thinking a great deal about why I should hold onto my faith at all.

And here’s what I’ve realized: I’m not a Christian because it makes my life easier. It doesn’t. I’m not a Christian because it has saved me from depression, addiction, and pain. It hasn’t. I live every day with a battle against addictions, despair, hopelessness, and pain, and that has been true every day of my adult life. I’m not a Christian because it rescues me from the cold, terrifying hands of doubt. It doesn’t – I struggle with doubt every day.

I’m not a Christian because I have a home in the church. It has never really felt like home to me. I’m not a Christian because church feels like…

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Dennis Gray:

I’ve been reading Dr. Mariottini’s blog for a few years now and have learned a great deal from doing so. His review of the movie “Noah” contains a number of “spoilers” but is a good guide, I think< for a Christian to decide whether or not they will go see the movie. It's up to you. I now feel I can go and enjoy it because knowing what to expect it will not be a surprising disappointment.

Originally posted on Dr. Claude Mariottini - Professor of Old Testament:

Noah 2

This post is a review of the movie “Noah.” If you have not seen the movie but are planning to see it in the near future, I recommend that you do not read this review. Read it after you have seen the movie. Below I will mention what I liked about the movie and the reason this movie is not a retelling of the biblical story.

Last weekend my wife and I went to see “Noah” the movie. I liked the movie, but my wife did not. As a movie, Noah was a good movie, but as a biblical story, it does not come even close to what the book of Genesis says about Noah and the flood. There are several issues in this movie that do not reflect the biblical narrative.

In her review of the movie, Kathleen Parker lambasts some people whom she calls “literalists” who…

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The Three Howlers

Posted: February 24, 2014 in Personal

I know it’s been a while, but hey! I’ve been busy. A little present for the gang from Little Red Riding Hood at Guelph Little Theatre.

A Very Vivid Childhood Memory

Posted: November 20, 2013 in History, Personal
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Even when our family went through it’s toughest times I never saw my father scared other than when he was facing cancer. Worried? Yes.  Scared… no.

Except for November 22nd, 1963.

I will never forget watching my parents on the sofa in our house on Guelph Street watching the news on our television. My mother was clutching my father’s arm so hard at one point he had to ask her to let go because it was hurting him. When she started crying I asked what was wrong.

My father called me over by his side, lifted my onto the couch and tried his best to help a 9 year old understand the significance of the fact the president of the United States had been shot. He tried hard to explain assassination in terms I could understand, and further to explain communism, capitalism, and the whole gamut of world politics. He failed of course; I was only 9. But then again he didn’t fail… entirely.

No, the 9 year old Dennis took a few weeks to figure it out. His grade school teachers struggled almost as much as my father to explain it to us. As the drama unfolded on television and radio the full impact  of the event became clearer. We could hardly help it, it was all there was to watch a lot of the time. Even the other kids in my class talked back and forth about it at recess and on the way to and from school, mostly just echoing what we overheard or parents saying.


Official White House web site photo of America’s 35th President.

But there was one thing I understood right from the start. It was abundantly clear to me that this was a big deal. A very big deal; one that mattered more than I could possibly imagine. I understood how big it was because of my father.

It was the only time I ever saw him truly scared!