A restaurant in the U.S. has banned children from eating at its establishment. Though I have little problem with this (I would enjoy a night out without a kid in sight personally!) it’s the responses in comments and online forums that I find appalling.
When I got a job at a youth shelter, I was thrilled. Not only was I going to be employed, but I was going to be working at a place that I had lived at when I was a street kid. I was passionate about helping youth who were experiencing hardships like I had been through and couldn't believe that this opportunity had been given to me.
It often surprises people when they hear that my partner is disabled. Often, even amongst our friends, he isn't taken seriously. By looking at him, it seems he just has sore knees. That's cause he pushes himself. When I look at him, I can see the constant pain he's in. The way that he walks akwardly to relieve his pain. I know about the drawer of pills he's tried that long ago stopped making a difference.
Following Pride Toronto's decision to censor the word "Apartheid" from the festival I've found myself feeling increasingly angry. This just doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel like what Pride is supposed to be about. It's been causing me to reflect on my experience of Pride.
Yesterday at Wellington Square United Church, Guy Chevreau of Catch the Fire fame came and spoke to our congregation about the book of Revelation and how God fills our lives. He talked about how God is all around us, and that "God is closer to everything than it is to itself". But the thing that really stood out for me was his question to the congregation: "Do you want a God who fits nealty into your lives? I don't.
