Blues filled the House of James Christian bookstore for two nights during Holy Week, raising the roof with music and raising funds for a local charity.
Visual artists Miriam Rudolph and Bennie Peters explore their upbringing in Paraguay in the new art exhibit, ‘From Paraguay to Winnipeg: Explorations of Place, Home and Childhood,’ at the Mennonite Heritage Centre Gallery.
‘Working in the Garden’ by Bennie Peters. Peters, 32, works predominantly with paint on drywall to create his work.
Miriam Rudolph has spent most of the past decade living in Winnipeg, but Canadians often ask her what it’s like living in Paraguay, where she grew up.
Jim Cornelius, left, Foodgrains Bank executive director, presents a glass grain elevator—an “image of what the Foodgrains Bank has stood for and meant across the country”—to CIDA president Margaret Biggs and Julian Fantino, federal international cooperation minister. At right is Don Peters, the Foodgrains Bank’s board chair.
Helping people in need overseas is not only a “tangible expression of Canadian values,” but also a “critical instrument for advancing Canada’s long-term prosperity and security.”
In a luncheon discussion with local Mennonite pastors and church leaders at Lethbridge Mennonite Church, where Canadian Mennonite Publishing Service board members were holding their annual general meeting, the magazine received strong support for its content and emphasis.
Canadian Mennonite was urged at its annual banquet last month to “pass on the best of the Anabaptist faith” to its Mennonite readership and to speak without fear in the face of political turmoil to its own community and, increasingly, to the larger public sphere.
From her seat at the front, Mennonite Church Alberta secretary Joani Neufeldt could see all of the gathered Mennonite Church Alberta delegates as the story of the newly forming Edmonton South Sudanese Mennonite Church was shared by Rueben Tut and Rueben Joach.
I was watching my son’s baseball game with a bunch of other parents on a beautiful spring afternoon. The loud “snap” of ball in glove, the distinctive “clink” of bat making contact, took me back—way, way back—to my own playing days. Nostalgic longing crept over me. Oh, to stand in there, push that scrawny tween out of the way and swing for the fences!
Conscientious tax objectors look for more support
Re: “Are you paying for peace or war?” Jan. 21, page 12.