Near to the Heart of Poverty

Near to the Heart of Poverty

One Sabbath, I headed out on my own to do outreach. After about five minutes of walking down the streets of Toronto, I noticed a homeless woman sitting cross-legged in the back corner of a store. She was young, had cropped red hair, and was wearing a faint white t-shirt that barely fit over her wide belly – It took a mere couple of seconds for me t

One Culture in Christ

One Culture in Christ

When someone inquires about my culture, I momentarily go into a state of confusion.   I grew up in Canada, and am a second-generation child of immigrant parents; my mother from Jamaica, and my father from Ghana. However, I was not taught the language of either, so I cannot converse in broken-down English--Patois, nor can I speak twi. I can't f