Recently, my attention was drawn to this video from the Canadian Centre for Diversity and Inclusion that celebrates Canadian culture as a place where you’re free to be yourself.
This seems to be one of the mantras nurturing contemporary Canadian culture. The idea is that Canadian society is an inclusive, diverse nation where everyone is free to be exactly who they define themselves to be. “When we’re free to be ourselves, then we’re free!”
The MacRae Centre for Christian Faith and Culture of Acadia Divinity College is pleased to host a live broadcast of the debate entitled “Is God a Figment of Our Imagination?”. The event being broadcast from Convocation Hall of the University of Toronto will feature Alister McGrath (Oxford professor, scientist, theologian, Christian apologist), and Michael Shermer (author, professor, columnist, skeptic), and will be moderated by Karen Stiller, senior editor, Faith Today.
A couple of weeks ago the Baptist tribe of Atlantic Canada met in Moncton for its annual gathering. I was skeptical about an item on the agenda that indicated a time for Indigenous peoples from Canada to welcome new Canadians (Syrian refugees). I was worried it would be contrived, or feel forced, as we try to squeeze together our newly-recovered sense of justice as Bible people, welcoming refugees and reconciling with indigenous communities post-TRC.
Travel the world over, and statues are everywhere to be found; in public squares and on stately grounds, honouring the people who represent accomplishments of which to be proud. Whether warrior, explorer, or political leader, a statue represents the values a culture wishes to uphold in a person they wish to honour. From perfect human forms in ancient Greece, to the victorious modern soldier, a statue is an ‘idol’ of an age. This is reinforced in totalitarian cultures where statues of leaders are openly venerated.
In the city of Kyiv, Ukraine, is the unpretentious museum of microminiatures. Home to the work of Mykola Syadristy, several circular displays line the walls of the small museum, each with a powerful magnifying lens in front. I glanced at the first one, and saw nothing visible to the naked eye. But then I leaned over and peered like Popeye through the lens. There, in unmistakable beauty, was a perfectly formed crystal flower, with intricate gold stem and delicate leaves. Immediately, I lifted my eye from the microscope and looked again to where I saw nothing but a thread. Back to the magnifying lens: the perfect, majestic detail reappeared. ‘Nooo!’ I slowly breathed in protest, unable to believe what I was seeing. The sensation increased as I circled the room and my eyes saw what my mind found difficult to process – a chess set on the head of a pin, a nest of birds in a poppy seed, the world’s smallest book (a mere 0.6mm sq., written on flower petals), a red rose set in a hollowed-out human hair.