Every time I turn from my kitchen sink, I turn and see in my mind’s eye a house full of humble people meeting on a Sunday afternoon.

Words spoken suddenly switched on lights that blazed in a universe bright now where night once ruled before verbs and nouns pronounced sky and sea as separate then announced a new world as “good,” an adjective repeated to affirm all the “fearful symmetry.”

The authors of this book remind us that whenever people leave church, we shouldn’t watch them go and say, “They were just the wrong sort of people,” continuing service as usual. Instead, we must sit with the weight of that loss for as long as needed to create positive change.

My father spent autumn watching trees drop their leaves lying in hospital bed C

My experience during the pandemic taught me to see my homeless neighbours and acknowledge the reality of their lives–and our responsibility to respond.

The human experience of glory coalesces around moments like Ukrainian President Zelenskyy’s defiance of the Russian invasion of his country. But what was the significance of his rallying cry?

Inheriting my family’s film camera is a tangible reminder that the past stays with us, and has led me to reflect on how memories are made.

Disconnected from our cultural legacy by my family’s attempts to assimilate, I found a belonging that transcends culture.

Come now, you holy ones who have tasted sweet honey, who have spoken and were spoken to, who have loved one another

We asked Grace Toronto congregants what life together looked like in our pandemic year.

Built on a robust theology of sexuality, Beyond Awkward Side Hugs casts a vision for strong, gendered relationships inside the church.

As an ophthalmologist, I have had the privilege—and the pandemic risk—of seeing eye to eye with my patients. Did this proximity with strangers have something to teach me?

I took it for granted then that I could call you and you would know what to do. I didn’t realize that it wouldn’t always be so.

It’s clear it takes some parents and a Walmart.

I wanted to be kind and generous—but I always hoped my neighbour wouldn’t impose.

To risk looking at our shame requires that we are loved, and to risk being loved requires that we are seen in all of our shame. What is most important, then, is the…

Art, I think, from a Christian perspective, comes out of a search for what is true, good, and beautiful. I was inspired to join the Imprint team, because I wanted to add a community to this search of mine. Creating in a community is how we were made to thrive.

Society seems to shout “YOU DO YOU!” from every rooftop. We emphasize self-expression and vulnerability above all else . . .

A short interview with Katy Togeretz on her experiences with Imprint and creating our Freedom issue.

My journey with “making” started through my love for the home. I was obsessed with interior decorating from a young age, and refinishing furniture felt like the perfect outlet for this underlying itch I had to create.

My time in quarantine, which seems to stretch on as far as the eye can see, has prompted me to revisit past ruptures in my relationships. Rather than hope that they might simply flatten and disappear…

I believe the subjective voice has the potential to speak to someone on a personal level, whether through visuals or writing. I’m especially interested in visuals, which speak without speaking.

What I didn’t understand all those years ago that the call to write wasn’t just a call to some solitary, quiet corner of my house where I could stay tucked away from the children, my head bent over my keyboard. The call to write was also a call to participate in something far bigger

Near the end of the year, I was fortunate enough to get a job offer at a hospital in Toronto. There was a part of me that was excited to live alone in the city, to sequester myself and restrict my social circle.

Several days ago, we learned that our son’s spring high school graduation, already delayed once, has been postponed again.

Is it a shared bed with an extra quilt for you and a cracked open window for me

The happy Easter Sunday I was starting to enjoy became a wisp of a dream when the phone rang suddenly.

Gavin and Lara Jackson share a bit of their perspective on life in a pandemic.

Read Alex's story to learn about the work of the Pregnancy Care Centre and the difference that love and support can make in someone's life.

My dear Fiona, How should I start a graduation letter to you?

Our letters have been shuttling back and forth for a year and a half now, keeping the time that we’re apart.

When the lockdown started, I tried to learn as much as possible about this virus, its transmission, and the situation in Canada.

“Do you know where Nancy lives?”

I woke from a deep slumber, temporarily at a loss for where I was.

To experience the world through a child’s eyes is to see again the wonder in the everyday, the surprise of the unfamiliar and the delight in the ordinary.

My mother’s cancer journey influences my work in palliative care.

I learned the joy of cooking from an immigrant mother whose sole instrument for measuring was her index finger.

I reach to check her blood pressure and listen to her chest because she says she is unwell.

The mysteries of my grandfather, a modern man.

From Afghanistan to Toronto, Malika Rasoli is building a new community and sharing the taste of Afghani cooking.

We’re expanding on our annual print issue and launching Imprint online in order to reach a wider audience, work with more creators and to engage with culture in the place where so much of culture is being formed—online.

Beside us and around us, we inevitably share the same sidewalks. We asked some of our neighbours to introduce themselves.

Every day, scores of children reach for the door of Children’s Book Bank in Regent Park. They turn the handle and walk into a new adventure every time.

I was a recipient of generous hospitality. And I needed that welcome, if I ever hoped to be a neighbour myself.

Murray Bevan is a community advocate, a father figure, a recent widower, and a fantastic cook. He has lived at Dundas and Sherbourne for over a decade.