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"Remember Jesus Christ, risen from the dead, the offspring of David, as preached in my gospel, for which I am suffering, bound with chains as a criminal. But the word of God is not bound!" - 2 Timothy 2:8-9 You may have seen the news recently regarding Bill C-9. It is close to being passed and could potentially criminalize preaching or even reading from certain parts of Scripture. We also saw Liberal MP Marc Miller, chair of the House Justice Committee, making headlines recen

This Sunday marks a joyful milestone in the life of Knox Baptist Church as we gather to ordain Lucas Cabral  as one of our pastors. Ordination is not merely a moment of public recognition; it is the church’s affirmation of a man Christ has been shaping, gifting, and preparing for His flock. As part of this celebration, we want to give our church family an opportunity to know Lucas’s story—to see the grace of God that has carried him from his childhood in Brazil to shepherding

I agree with John Calvin when he says that “the human heart is a perpetual idol factory.”  We see this reality everywhere—on the pages of Scripture, in the world around us, and, if we are honest, inside our own hearts. Though ironically, we often see it more clearly outside of ourselves than within, to our own embarrassment. Idolatry is not limited to bowing down before carved statues. Idolatry is giving worship, devotion, or ultimate loyalty to anything other than the true a

My name is Daylan Soosay. I’m a Native from Maskwacis, Alberta. When I was about three or four years old, I was taken from my mom and placed in foster care. For most of my life, I was moved from group home to group home, always changing schools. I was a shy kid, I struggled to make friends, and I often felt completely alone. By the time I was around fourteen, I fell into deep depression. I prayed sometimes, but I didn’t really care about spirituality—I just felt broken. When

My name is Christin Charles Racicot. I am forty years old and born and raised in Calgary, Alberta. My parents are Peter and Renita, and my younger sister is Danielle. They are all very accomplished. My parents are still happily married, retired, and living in Calgary. We are all very close, supportive, and loving. I give everlasting thanks to my mom for building up my faith in Christ by bringing me to church every Sunday and Sunday School, until the age of twelve, when I was

In this short series on the matter of worship—and how the modern evangelical church seems to have lost its way—we have been looking at the same problem from different angles. For this final article, I want to focus on one essential facet of the church’s worship. When we speak of the worship of the church, we must remember that it is not a private experience but a collective one. Yet our individualistic age has ruined this, and evangelical churches, instead of resisting the cu

One of the saddest realities of the church in Canada is that it has become lukewarm. The church is, in many ways, complacent, without zeal, unrepentant, ineffective, and good for nothing. And what makes it even more miserable is that lukewarmness is not only practiced but institutionalized. The church has, in effect, declared independence from God. It does what it wants, the way it wants, when it wants, and for the purposes it has set. In our case, lukewarmness is not a detou