By Anastasia Bartlett

My mother died recently. My sisters and I ordered the marker and I was confronted with the dash between the dates, the dash in place of 84 years of living. We gave up trying to write an obituary for mom, she did so much in her life, it would never fit within the allotted space. She needed a longer dash.

By Anastasia Bartlett

I have always loved science and thinking outside of the box. My frequent questions were “why” and “what if”. Needless to say, they both got me into a lot of trouble as I had a tendency not only to think the questions but to act on them. In my early teens, those questions initially lead me away from religion but then brought me back to Christianity fully convinced of the existence of God even while I was taking physics at university.

By Father Gregory Scratch

This April as we enter into spring, with longer and warmer days, we are faced with the darkness of Holy Week.  It is a contrast between the darkness of our Lord’s suffering, shame, passion, and death on the cross and the blessed light of His Resurrection on the third day. This it is something we ought to consider as we watch the world (or at least Manitoba) wake up from the winter to enjoy the gift of spring.

By Anastasia Bartlett

I’ve attended a few funerals, over the years. I’ve always felt awkward since I was there to support a friend in their time of loss and never really knew how to behave. Often there wasn’t a body, just a picture which we stared at while family and friends shared stories, showed slides and maybe sang a favorite hymn or two. I’d convey my condolences, eat the sandwiches and make small talk with other attendees awkwardly standing around. Someone was here and now they’re not. Now we need to get on with our lives.