meg burke

So where’s the belonging, you may ask? I’ve written more about beauty here, possibly because this has seemed safer, less exposed and...

On the first Sunday of Advent in 1928, Dietrich Bonhoeffer preached from Revelation 3:20 on Jesus' knock, (echoing Matthew 25:34-40 ):...

Since returning from travels, I’ve revisited Alain de Botton’s reflections on homecoming in “The Art of Travel”. He wonders if we might ...

To kick off the new year, I was reading Isaiah 43 (principally because of v. 19, God doing “a new thing,” not highly original I know!) I...

I'm pleased to announce an online art auction benefiting Adam House, a faith-based home for refugees seeking to begin lives in Canada....

For the last few months I've been thinking about Hagar, who shows up in many of Rembrandt’s sketches and etchings. In the artist’s...

This year Easter feels a bit remote. Maybe its the blanket of snow covering Toronto, that doesn’t look like it will yield to Spring. Or...

Somehow summer disappeared, and all I seem to have to show for it are a few papers and way too many library books from my summer studies....

Words don't come readily to the things we are seeing these days. Images from the news of death, destruction and anguished protest only...

The past few weeks have raced by as I’ve tried to stay afloat in a sea of assignments, readings, and studying. A highlight of the...

Jenny Holzer, Guggenheim I occasionally find myself in the contemporary wing of the art gallery, trying to suggest to a friend that...

I’m on the cusp of starting classes, but back when it still felt like summer, I met with Dena Hill, a family friend. We walked through my...

I’ve been asked quite a few questions as I’ve told people of my plans to start theology studies. Why are you doing this? Are you leaving...