As Easter approaches, I’m learning to embrace joy in ordinary life

The regular resurrections of our lives are just as miraculous as the big, showy, attention-getting ones

Hi friends,

I grew up and came of age in the western Canadian neo-charismatic movements of the 1980s and ’90s. Small happy-clappy churches of misfits who gathered in the community leisure centre for Friday night services, followed by floor hockey tournaments (families were organized into 12 teams named for the 12 tribes of Israel — it was a whole thing).…