The Rev. Dr. George Malcolm Sinclair was called to the pulpit of the Metropolitan Church in 1988. In 1998 the congregation invited him to serve further in an Intentional Long-Term Ministry. He holds a Bachelor of Arts degree from Laurentian University, a Master of Divinity degree from Emmanuel College, Toronto. In 1986 he received the Doctor of Ministry degree from Drew University in the United States, and in 1997 was awarded the Doctor of Divinity degree (honoris causa) from Emmanuel College.
Dr. Sinclair has served four Toronto congregations over forty-one years, and is widely invited to preach across Canada and beyond. He has been a theme speaker at home and in the United States, and has lectured on “Imagination in Preaching” at the Toronto School of Theology. He has contributed to “Feasting on the Word”, a multi-volume lectionary resource for preachers, published by Westminster John Knox Press in Nashville, and is now working on articles for their new series called "Feasting on the Gospels".
He is a Past-President of the St. Andrew’s Society of Toronto, a member of the Royal Canadian College of Organists, Clan Sinclair of Canada, and is a Captain in, and Padre to, the 78th Fraser Highlanders, York Garrison.
Here’s to the secular life,
To the raging warp that seems to weave our days,
The one you awaken to and must climb right through
As you shape your modular ways.
It’s freedom—just keep winning and refuse to count the cost.
It’s strength—just stay healthy and never dare grow old.
Blend in, but fear to disappear.
Take point a view, but not so blunt as to end in jail.
Watch the same movies in herds.
Read the same books in crowds.
Hold opinions---we’ll give you your two,
One that’s for us
And the other that’s not,
Unless we apply the pressure.
We know where you live and we know what you’ve got.
Stay in the zone, parties, the grind, and the alternate state.
Learn nothing from history, suffering or fate.
Freeze and hold the smile. Hide feelings deep inside, back about a mile.
Keep the rituals small and odd.
Then you’ll never have to face the ageless itch of God.
Cut the corporate pie-chart
And serve it warm to special friends
Ingest in little pieces.
Gives more prosperous weight around the waist.
I’m glad my mother talked with me of Jesus,
A tangy zest in life, an oddity, a stimulant
For times like these
When so much costly content seems to cry for taste.