THE REV. DR. G. MALCOLM SINCLAIR

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 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. In recent years Dr. Sinclair has been a contributor to “Feasting on the Word”, a multi-volume lectionary resource for preachers, published by Westminster John Knox Press in Nashville.

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 Padre to the 78th Fraser Highlanders, York Garrison.

Chaucer's Hope

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Wednesday, 03 February 2010 11:58

Given the nature of the times,

We name ourselves in songs and rhymes.

Give us some rap we can devour,

Help us to spend another aimless hour.

Show us a film, and keep the venue dark.

Now, far away, we can imagine life as “lark”.

Watch the T.V., for sure in H.D.

The bigger the screen, the better the scene.

Go to the store and gather some more.

Though closets are bursting, our plastic is thirsting.

Boost our defences. The cry of the poor

Rankles for justice and beats at our door.

Let the Kings rule, to protest marks a fool.

There is nothing to do but make sure its not you.

Just eat and grow heavy, and drink and pass out

There’s no higher law, or Great Spirit to flout.

And soon, at the end, we surrender our song,

And know, deep and long, if we’ve been right or wrong..

Chaucer described us as beasts in a pen,

But he hoped that one day we would wake up again,

And claim that deep call to the Pilgrims we are

And rise to its echo and reach for a star.