In my early twenties, I spent two years living in England. It was long enough for me to start saying things like “bin,” “boot,” and “hoover” so as to not draw even more attention to my distinctly North American way of speaking. It was long enough to turn acquaintances into dear friends and learn what is and is not socially acceptable according to British standards. Most importantly, though, it was long enough for me to attend a few churches, which provided me with a glimpse of the spiritual context in England.
In my mid-twenties, I met a wonderful man who hailed from Seattle, Washington. Being from just north of the border myself, our long-distance dating relationship was not all that long geographically-speaking, but it was long-distance enough that we were in separate countries. Whenever I visited him I became a foreigner for a time, noting everything that was unfamiliar. We are married now and live here in Canada, but part of our family (and therefore our lives) remains in the United States. This means that, with the passing of time, my picture of American culture, context, and Christianity is becoming more clear.
While my increasing knowledge of these two countries has increased my love for them, it has also increased my awareness that they are different from the country we call home—Canada. This is by no means a revolutionary thought, I know, but it is an important one for us to keep in mind as we inaugurate this journal. For the questions will inevitably be begged: Why a journal? And why this journal? Allow me to address both of these individually.

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