Robert Kinghorn is a deacon of the Archdiocese of Toronto.


You can read his column, "The Church on the Street" in The Catholic Register.
You can contact him at robert.kinghorn@ekinghorn.com

There is a truth about great journalists that long after their columns have faded into the ghosts of time, their words still come back to haunt or to comfort. 

Robert Kinghorn: Streets are filled with many crosses

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I have always wondered what the conversation between Jesus and an image consultant would be like. 

A spiritual shelter from life’s storms

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One of the great joys of the Church on the Street has been the memory of a spiritual group that used to meet at a women’s shelter. 

Robert Kinghorn: Blessings are often a two-way street

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Contrary to what most of my professors believed, I sometimes paid attention when I was in the diaconate formation program at St. Augustine’s Seminary. Liturgically I may not have known my ambo from my elbow, but when it came to pastoral care I was totally present.

Robert Kinghorn: No one need walk alone on the road of despair

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Alleluia, alleluia give thanks to the risen Lord Alleluia, alleluia give praise to His name.

The music had barely faded from our Easter liturgy when I walked into the hospital room of a woman I had been asked to visit but had never met.

Robert Kinghorn: Numbers can’t measure the blessings of street

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There’s a saying statisticians love to trot out when questioned on the value of their surveys. “You are what you measure.”

Church on the Street: Restaurant served big plate of humanity

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When I started out on the Church on the Street, I gave little thought to some of the logistics of such a ministry apart from determining that it would be 8 p.m. onwards every Thursday evening.

The Church on the Street: Searching for divine power in the eyes of a stranger

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Some nights it does not take long for the temperature to plummet. I don’t mean the thermometer, but the temperature of the street. 

The Church on the Street: Reaching out a hand of hope

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It is a frigid evening, and the setting sun leaves the grip of darkness on the downtown area where hope and despair wrestle nightly for sovereignty.

The Church on the street: A gift of thanks on Christmas morn

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Unless you have been homeless, as Mary and Joseph were on that first Christmas, it is difficult to understand the deep peace a roof over your head can bring.

Amid violence streets still have their moments of grace

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There are few, if any, parishes in Toronto that had three shooting deaths in the first month of the year and followed them up with two more in the next few months. Add to this an epidemic of drug overdoses and a picture of lawlessness could emerge.
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