Wednesday, January 09, 2008

CBC Memories ...

As a long term and habitual listener of CBC radio I have found the recent retrospective programmes to be a refreshing break from a selection of programming that by and large has become tepid ... There are some notable exceptions to that mediocrity such as AfCanada, Q, Vinyl Cafe, Tapestry, and a few others, but regretably too many of the programmes have become self-indulgent tripe hardly worth the broadcasting band they occupy ...

But as the new year began some familiar voices echoed from the past and reminded me (and ALL of the listeners) what a gift CBC really is to the people of Canada.

Former CBC Host Vicki Gabereau once noted that folks listening to CBC in their vehicles are often left in a posture resembling someone who has just been shot in the head: mouth open, head tilted back against the head rest, and eyes closed in laughter (come on CBC listeners - we've all been there !!! Vicki is SOOOOO right !!!)

This past couple of weeks has taken us back to those moments when we linger in the parking lot or the driveway listening to that last two minutes ... or driving as we wipe tears of laughter from our eyes ...

Highlights this past week included hearing Barbara Frum struggling to interview a farmer about "the god-damned cabbage" ... Stuart McLean and Peter Gzowski discussing the "sleeping" cricket ... and of course the Christmas Eve tradition of Alan Maitland reading "The Shepherd."

This past couple of weeks have helped me appreciate how important CBC is to my life ... but it also made me realize how much I miss the voices of people like Barbara Frum, Alan Maitland, Vicki Gabereau, Arthur Black and of course the distinctive gravelly voice of the late GREAT Peter Gzowski ...

Thanks for the meander CBC ... it's been fun

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

A story ...

The story goes something like this:

A rabbi had a gem of great value that he kept tucked safely away in his basement wrapped in a rag. One day as he took it out to examine it, the gem fell from his hands and rattled away in the dark shadows of the basement ... He looked for it for a time, then with a shrug of his shoulders, he went up stairs and poured himself a cup of tea.

When he finished with his tea he walked out the front door of his house and bent down and began searching the grass and flower beds.

"What are you doing Rabbi?" asked a young boy walking past.

"I'm looking for something I've lost," replied the Rabbi on his hands and knees still searching.

"What did you lose?" asked the young boy, intrigued.

"I've lost a gem of enormous value," replied the Rabbi pausing to glance up at the young boy.

"I'll help you search," said the young man as he clambered over the fence.

Soon the young boy was joined by other youngsters from the neighbourhood. Each told in turn what they were searching for, and each climbing over the fence to pick through the grass and bushes.

Finally with a dozen or more children searching for the gem and finding no sign of it the young boy turned to the Rabbi and as he wiped sweat from his forehead looked in the Rabbi's face and asked: "Are you sure you lost your gem here?"

"Oh no," laughed the Rabbi glancing at the young faces gazing at him with a confused look, "I did't lose the gem here. I lost it in the cellar."

The young man stared at the rabbi for a moment before speaking, "BUT, if you lost it in the cellar, why are we looking for it out here?"

"Because it is much better light out here ..." said the Rabbi ...

When I first heard this story it was used to frame a conversation about the Church and our tendancy to stay only in the brightly lit places while avoiding the dark uncomfortable places ... we are searching for a lost gem, but we are searching in the wrong place ...

I'm tired ...

A long time ago a retired Evangelical United Brethren Minister shared some of the wisdom he had gleaned from close to 60 years of ministry, and almost 90 years of life ... what I remember vividly was his contention that our job as minister - our calling - was to promote the Kingdom of God. He went on to describe the Kingdom as the living presence of the Risen Christ, not "some namby pamby warm pink fuzzy social club that gives everyone a hug and says warmly "it's okay" and sends them out into the world. The Body of Christ that is the church is about putting our faith into action..."

He went on to reflect on his ministry and the calling to afflict the comfortable and comfort the affilicted ... and to remain true to our calling and our faith ... Every day since I have begun my day remembering that moment and beginning my day with the prayer:

"God, guide me in my calling to be part of the Church as the living presence of the Risen Christ..."

Tomorrow I'll say that prayer again and I will continue on my journey of ministry ... I'm just not sure where the trail I'm trying to discern before me is going ... maybe tomorrow I'll pray for better light ...

Monday, January 07, 2008

75 ... 76 ...


As our day draws to a close,
half a world away two more of our soldiers
have paid the ulitmate sacrifice
on a rain slick road in Afghanistan.
There are no words,
only sorrow and grief,
as we send our prayers to
their comrades,
to their families,
and to all of us,
They shall not grow old,
as we who remain grow old,
age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn,
at the going down of the sun,
and in the morning
we will remember them.
Lest We Forget.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Things I'm thankful for ...

When I get sick with a cold I crave two things - pineapple juice and cranberrry juice cut with ginger ale ... This past week while I was shopping (before I was EVEN sick) I had a craving for cranberry juice ...

Today I woke up to a FULL BLOWN cold ... plugged nose, congested chest, a cough, sore throat, and just feeling crappy ... thank God I have a supply of necessities in the fridge ... today, the last day of Christmas Holidays has me crashed on the couch, and the kids off sledding ... I've been sipping my juice and reading ...

I suppose it could be worse ... it's the first time I've been sick since last winter ... too bad I can't hop on my bike for a spin or two around the lake ...

Merry Christmas - Slaveem Yoho !!!

Merry Christmas to our Eastern Cousins !!
(Today is Christmas for the Churches in the Eastern Rite)
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Tonight around the world Ukranians and other Slavic families will be celebrating their Christmas. I found the following on the net:
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"Sviata Vercheria" (Holy Supper) is the most important Family celebration. It consists of twelve lenten dishes to represent the twelve Apostles.
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The table is set beforehand with a handful of hay placed underneath a linen embroidered tablecloth, representing the bed of hay upon which the Christ Child lay.
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The centerpiece consists of Kalachi (a fancy braided bread) with candles on either side.The supper itself represents the produce grown on the land and obtained from the waters.
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The supper ritual begins with the appearance of the first star. With an appropriate traditional greeting, the head of the household ushers in the Diduch (a sheaf of wheat) to the dining room.
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After grace and the greeting "Chrystos Rodyvsia" (Christ is Born) to which everyone replies "Slaveem Yoho" (Let us Glorify Him).
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The meal begins with the indispensable and traditional Kutya, made up of cooked whole wheat, sweetened with honey and flavoured with ground poppy seeds.
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Everyone must partake of it.
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This is followed by a Boracht (beet soup). It can be served as a clear consommé or with tiny mushroom dumplings called "Vushka". The various fish dishes are, jellied pike or carp, baked trout, stuffed salmon and fish cakes in jellied consommé.
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There are two types of Holubtsi (cabbage rolls), with rice and buckwheat fillings. Varenyky (dumplings) with various fillings—potato, sauerkraut or prune; Hryby (mushrooms); vegetables; fruit compote; Pampushky (doughnuts); Mediwnyk (honey cake) and tortes, nuts and candies.
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Families attend evening or midnight Church services.

Visitors from the East ...

Today is Epiphany,
the day the Church commerates
the arrival of the Magi in Bethlehem.
For many the Christmas story ends here
with a warm pink fuzzy feeling, but the story
doesn't end here with the mysterious visitors...
As they depart for home by another route,
King Herod demands the slaughter of the Innocents,
and the Holy Family become refugees.
Today in our modern world, that story gains
power when we consider how many
families live as refugees fleeing war and violence.
Today in the darkness of being far from home,
the refugees await the coming of the light ...
Light that WILL come.

Happy BIRTHDAY Mr. Bean !!!!

The creator of unforgettable characters like
Black Adder, Mr Bean,
Johnny English, Zazu from Lion King,
Inspector Raymond C. Fowler,
and a host of delightful clergy characters in several movies,
turns 53 today!!!
I wonder if former elementary schoolmate
Tony Blair
will be calling
Rowan Sebastian Atkinson
to wish him a Happy Birthday??!!??
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In case he doesn't
we will:
Happy Birthday
Mr Atkinson,
and thanks for all the laughs
you continue to offer!!!

Saturday, January 05, 2008

The Little Sister Grows Up ...

Back in October, my blogger-friend Blake over at The Laughing Pastor set the modest goal for himself to "Become the World's Pastor". My first reaction at the time was - "Damned, I wish I would have thought of that ..."

Since then I have been busy completing the Directed Study Programme laid out by the Presbytery where I serve, and I was looking forward to the end of my suspension so I could "get back to work" doing what I have been called to do ... but like Lennon says - "life is what happens when you're busy making other plans".

So as the new year unfolds I find myself in a place where I must as the old saying goes: "pee or get off the pot."

Today three things happened that lead me to a decision ... the first was reading Diane Butler Bass' book "Christianity for the Rest of Us," ... the second was receiving a comment on the blog (see below) that touched my heart, ... and the third was an experience akin to the call that lead me to ordained ministry - this time though it was not a call to something BEYOND ministry, but it was a call to use THIS form of communication as a MINISTRY to those who are out in cyber space looking for something ...

My calling would seem to be to those who are not only on the margins of the traditional church, but who are seekers (as defined by Butler Bass and others) who yearn for something more but haven't got a clue of where to look for it ... So tonight I finally found an answer to my struggle about what to do with the sister BLOG that is now known as "Meditative Moments".

It started as a Blog for the Congregation I formerly served - a means of communicating with the world, particularly following the fire of February 12th 2006 that destroyed not only their building, but so much more ... as my ministry with them was terminating, I didn't want to just hit delete and remove it from cyber-space ... nor could I just ignore it ... over the last couple of months I played around with its format and content, but nothing seemed right to me ... now as it approaches its SECOND birthday, like any great toddler it has finally found its distinctive personality!!!!

Tonight I found what I was looking for ... from here on, Meditative Moments will become a place where I reach out beyond the narrow stifling confines of a particular geographic location. Starting today Meditative Moments will endeavour to be a gathering place for the world ... Like Pastor Blake seeking to be a pastor to the world - I will make a similar commitment - to offer my reflections, learnings, readings and other lessons taught by life to the many seekers out there who want to see the Church transform itself into something NEW ...

So ... like the old Faberge commercial - the one where the model said - "I told two friends, and they told two friends, and they told two friends ... and so on ... and so on ... and so on ..." until the tv screen was FULL of little tiny digital heads touting the benefits of the shampoo ... like that I challenge EACH of you to invite two friends to head over to Meditative Moments and begin a new ministry to the seekers in the world ... and urge them to invite two friends ... and so on and so on and so on ...

The great changes that wash over our world begin because a couple of people begin to do something ... and soon they find out that not only are they NOT alone, but they are part of a reformation ... the reformation is already happening (read Butler Bass) ... I just want to ride the wave rather than be washed away by it ...

Come to Meditative Moments and join me ...

Words worth hearing

Tonight as I was playing around on my OTHER blog (Meditative Moments) and preparing my bold proclamation to begin to offer my ministry and my reflections to the world Beyond Minnedosa, I received the following comment on a previous posting ... As I read the words I smiled and I'll readily admit, a tear formed in my eyes, because after weeks of feeling the acute sting of rejection, - a rejection that has rocked me to the core - and having begun to doubt if what I believe is simply misguided ... the words of NurseMedusa, offered me a much needed, and much more appreciated, pat on the back ...

I don't do what I do for praise and adulation ... but a little appreciation once in awhile is nice ... and today from a stranger half a world away I recieved a beautiful note of encouragement and support for the work I've just committed myself to ...

well done, you are a fantastic person, and a shinging beacon of hope for religion,

i am a part of the gothic subculture, and have been given hastle by religous groups myself (even though i live in england a more tolarent country)

i am very sorry to hear about the burning of your church. i have to say that god hates goths is an ignorant site, i happen to wear all sorts of vibrant coulourse nd listen to dance music, as im a cyber goth.

i would really like to get in touch with u since u seem a fantastic person who is tolarant and respectful to others. i wish to raise some things to your attention. yes a lot of goths are dissatisfied with the church, i hav catholic parents and have moved on from the church simply because i dislike how it limits my thoughts, as a transvestite, a bi-sexual, and a friend of many homosexuals and transgender people, i frankly find catholic teachings non compatible with my life style, but your blog struck a cord in me, it reminds me of my parents, you see beyond the art of the goth image and see the person who is creative, and intelligent, and not a monster.

also one last thing, you may not be aware of, there have been murders of goths in england, and i think you'd agree with me the deaths of these people put this god hats goths sight even more into the innapropriate region in which it dwells.may you have peace and happyness in your life style.

Just because I can ...

Tonight just for fun, I brought out the good china, and set the kitchen table with place mats, wine glasses, the fine tea cups and all the necessities for an elegant dining experience ...

Beetle and Ms. H. settled in for a meal of tortolleni on the fancy plates, washed down with a sparkling cranberry cocktail followed for dessert with English Tea and biscotti ...

The occassion ??

There was none ... just decided to make the meal special because I can ...

A good time was had by all ... now we're settled in the living room, a cd of Coltrane and Monk is playing and the girls are busily playing a computer game ... moments like this can't be bought, they just have to be nurtured ... and enjoyed when they happen.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree ...

The last few days Ms H has taken up residency in the kitchen as a chef whipping up culinary creations that were in a word: "DELICIOUS !!!"

A lemony cream cheese & whipped cream dip to go with a platter of fresh fruit, and a dilly sour cream veggie dip with a platter of fresh veggies were the initial offerings she placed before us, and now cook books have book marks for future cooking sessions ...

The funny thing for me was watching her and realizing she had picked up a habit of mine ... when I'm in the kitchen puttering around I toss a tea towel over my shoulder so I can wipe my fingers, clean up a mess and generally just have a tea towel at the ready ... I realized that Ms H. NOW does the same thing ... she was puttering around the kitchen with a tea towel over her shoulder ...

Kinda made me proud ... I hope she comes to enjoy the creativity of the culinary arts as much as I do ...

A sweet afternoon, with a sweet girl and a sweet film ...

Today Beetle and I headed to Brandon for a movie and dinner out ... She had decided on The Waterhorse as the movie and Sushi as the meal ... So mid-afternoon we headed off to catch a afternoon matinee and dinner to follow ...


We had a great time ... the time with just the two of us was a gift ... and the movie was wonderful.


I won't say it was a great film. But it was an absolutely sweet film ... there was obviously so much that could have been said and portrayed in the characters and the relationships and the happenings ... but it was nonetheless a delightful mix of fun, fantasy, pathos and story. It is a film well worth watching.


The characters have a depth that grows from the beginning of the film to the end. The unfolding of their stories adds layers to the overall story of a little boy who Crusoe the water horse is absolutely adorable as a baby, and the way he is portrayed is delightful, particularly when he and Angus, the boy who found the egg are getting to know each other.


As the movie ended I couldn't help but wonder how much of the written story was left unsaid in the cinematic version ... it was simply a delightful film that tells us that our world needs a little bit of magic, and that if we keep our hearts and minds open we just may see the mysterious water horse ... afterall, as we're told in the film there is only ever ONE water horse in the world at a time, and that when it grows old it lays an egg that will replace itself ...

Like Angus happening across a mysterious rock on the Scottish shore, perhaps one day another little boy will indeed find a mysterious egg ... and the world will whisper the possibility and potential that knowing magic and mystery still exists around us ...

The way I heard it ...

I was a student at McMaster University and our prof for the Gospel portion of the New Testament course was the brilliant scholar Dr Adele Reinhartz.

One afternoon she told the story of Hillel and the young man who came to him seeking wisdom and counsel ... the story as she told it went something like this:

A young man decided that he needed to learn more about the Torah, so he went to his Rabbi to ask. But the young man was impatient, and didn't want to waste much time on matters like the Torah, so he approached his Rabbi and said - "Sir, I would like you to teach me the whole of the Torah ..."

The Rabbi was pleased at his young charge's question and smiled as he listened.

"But Rabbi," the young man continued, "I would like you to teach me this lesson while I stand here on your door step on one foot."

"What??" shrieked the rabbi with rage, "to learn the Torah take years of study and devotion. I can't possibly teach you the Torah while you stand on my door step on oe foot ... it's impossible ..." With that he slammed the door and left the young man standing on his door step.

The young man then began wandering from town to town in search of an answer to his question ... in time he stood before many of the great and learned Rabbis across the world and each one in turn rejected the young man and his query ... some took their brooms and drove him away, some slammed doors in his face, some grew enraged, and some threw rocks at the young man as they drove him out of their town ... all of them spoke of a life time of devotion and study to begin to understand the Torah, some said that even after a life time of study you can only know a tiny portion of the Torah.

After many months of searching the young man found finally himself in the village of the great Rabbi Hillel. Rabbi Hillel was the last Rabbi left that the young man could ask ... the young man was battered, dirty, and very very tired. Nervously he knocked at the door of the great Rabbi ...

The door opened and Hillel stood before the young man, "Yes?" the old man said.

"Rabbi, I have come seeking your wisdom," said the young man, "they say you are among the wisest Rabbis, and that you will be able to answer my request ..."

The Rabbi nodded and said, "What is your request young man?"

The young man smiled weakly, "Rabbi, I would like you to teach me the whole of the Torah while I stand before you on one foot ..."

The Rabbi's face grew serious. His hand stoked his white beard, then he spoke, "Young man, this thing you ask of me is easy. But before I answer I would like you to make me the promise that when I answer your request you will devote your life to the study of the Torah."

The young man agreed as he lifted one foot and stood on the door step on the other.

"The whole of the Torah is simply this," said the wise Rabbi, "That which is hurtful to another, you do NOT do. Ever. ALL the rest is merely commentary ... NOW go and learn it ..."

This remains one of my favourite stories ... one I've ALWAYS tried to model my life after ...

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Fascinating ...

For eleven years I have hung on the wall of my office space (wherever that may be) a poster that reads:
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We can only see with open eyes.
We can only listen with open ears.
We can only think with open minds.
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Anyone who stepped into my office passed that poster ... Yesterday it was one of the final thinks that I carried out to the van as I finished packing up my books, files, furniture and detritus from the last15 years of ministry ... As I've packed away box after box and confronted a bleak and uncertain future that would seem to no longer include active pulpit and parish ministry I couldn't help but think - "what a freakin' waste!!"
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A waste of talent.
A waste of money.
A waste of resources.
A waste of time.
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I've given my heart and soul to not only the ministry here in Minnedosa, but to the ministry of the United Church of Canada as an agent of faithful service, only to be cast out for misdeeds that truly pale in comparison to the vicious and manipulative actions of others ... my goal, even in my most misguided of moments has always been to help others ... usually at great cost to myself.
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It is unfortunate that three years ago I foolishly tried to help a group of people who deserved only a listening ear rather than an impetutous champion who so readily ran off tilting at windmills and waging a battle for losers who were undeserving. But one can not change the past, and one can only bear the responsibility and consequences of one's own actions ... and that I do.
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Today though as I survey that mass of material that has crowded our house, material I moved in February of 2006 with the sincere hope (and belief) that the next time I moved any of it would be to place it in a newly built structure, I couldn't help but weep at the tragedy that has unfolded in Minnedosa over the last few months ... This sense of sadness was deepened as I considered the "why?" of this ...
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I've been accused of many things including:
Failing to maintain the peace of the Pastoral Charge ...
engaging in a ministry that took a "my way or the highway" stance ...
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Looking back, I would dare to say there never was peace in this pastoral charge ... intead an uneasy truce existed from time to time between the old guard and those wanting more ... periodically it boiled over, but it was usually held in check by the paid accountable ministry heeding the Old Guard and not rocking the boat ... I guess as one who tends to rock the boat, push the envelope and openly try to welcome in the marginalized, I should have seen this coming ... mea culpa!!
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It's funny though, ... lately in town I've watched as kudos were rightly bestowed on people who have independently taken the initiative to undertake a project, or to spearhead something on their own ... as words of praise were heaped upon those folks I couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness that the same community that would so savagely reject me for the self-same behaviour will tout others ... the irony was and remains sharp ...
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But then as I glanced at the poster I realized that my failings were merely compounded by the inability of the leadership I was ministering among to open not only thier eyes, ears and minds, but also thier hearts ... There was and there is no openness at work here ... and as a result not only my ministry here ends with a broken heart, but the commitment of many others in Minnedosa ends with a similar broken heart ... two years after the fire many remain sitting amid the ashes weeping bitterly at the ever growing list of losses ...
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Today the supposedly inclusive, warm, friendly and welcoming Church has become like the majestic emperor parading in front of the crowd with his extravagent new clothes ... too bad no one wants to listen to the voice that has been crying out: "He's naked !!"
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All of it is, as Mr Spock would say - "Fascinating ..." too bad there isn't a desire to do anything about it ...
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Maybe one day a new Church Structure will finally rise on Main St in Minnedosa, (I doubt it NOW - but that's another story) unfortunately recent events have shown that if it does, it will be similar to the whitewashed tombs Jesus once pointed to outside of Jerusalem ... beautiful and clean outside, but filled with rotting flesh and dried up old bones inside ...
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The only hope now is for the Spirit to come and once again enflame Her people and bring a transformative resurrection into being ...
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I for one pray constantly through the bitter tears that it will happen and that it will happen soon ...

Called to More than a comfortable pew:



This past week I read the posting and the subsequent comment over at the Blog "The Laughing Pastor" and found myself not only agreeing with Blake's reflections on the state of the modern church, but offering an enthusiastic "AMEN!!" to what he wrote ...


In musing about the role of the Church in modernity, he raises some important issues about the complacency and tepid nature of the modern Church. We are no longer a place that engages actively, or at all, in any form of struggle. Instead we've become a place where passion and enthusiasm is acceptable only if the rocking of the boat doesn't get any of us wet.


As I reflected on Blake's words and my own experiences of the last couple of years I had the painful realization that the Church too often takes the path of least resistence when a call to action would be more appropriate ... the status quo must be maintained even when the status quo is toxic and out of touch with the reality in which we live.


Too often we've created a church that tries to maintain a Mayberry like existence in a SOuth Park world ... the Church and its leadership needs to open their eyes, pull their heads out of the sand and have the courage to follow the call of the Spirit ...


This past week, in reading for my Thesis I found a quotation by Nelson Mandela reflecting back on his long arduous journey to freedom for himself and his people that resonated with me. Mandela writes:


The Freedom Struggle is not merely a question of making speeches, holding meetings, passing resolutions, and sending deputations, but of meticulous organization, militant mass action,

and above all the willingness to suffer and sacrifice.
- Nelson Mandela, “Long Walk to Freedom” as quoted in
Doing Justice: Congregations and Community Organizing by Dennis Jacobsen


As I read those words I couldn't help but see a parallel in the modern church. Rather than being engaged in a freedom struggle, in the modern church we've come to believe the we ARE actively engaging a freedom struggle while nothing is really happening. We've come to embody a risk-free life style of faith ... we make our speeches (sermons), we hold our meetings (worship services), we pass resolutions and sign petitions, and we send our letters of protest ... but we do very little that really engages any more than the surface level of an issue.


In the case of the United Church of Canada we will say openly and proudly "We welcome Gays and Lesbians," but when voices are raised questioning IF we are truly living that welcome, or sharing the tumultuous journey gay and lesbian ministry personnel may be having, we stop our ears, cover our eyes and say NOTHING ... In the modern Church complacity, niceties and expedience have come to rule the roost. We tolerate no prophetic challenges to the status quo, and even the institution that has been so active in their social justice commitments choses to side with the "majority" rather than listen to the many voices who have begun fleeing the cowardice that Congregations so eloquently display ...


One could call this exodus "rats from a sinking ship", but I have come to realize the rats are staying onboard the listing vessel, and the healthy folks are shaking their heads, thowing up thier hands and simply (and sadly) walking away. Those who want the church to be more than an over glorified social club where like minded people come together like a contented satiated Little Jack Horner patting himself on the back with the words "oh what a good boy am I", are LEAVING en mass.


The emerging spirit generation that the United Church and others are working diligently at attracting back are NOT INTERESTED in a rebranding of the same tired nonsense that drove them away in the first place. They want to see the Church ACTUALLY live its faith instead of wearing it like some gawdy bobble that is hauled out every week and displayed when it is convenient and expedient. The Church is NOT, nor has it ever been simply a social club - we have Rotary, Lions, Kinsmen, The Elks, and countless other groups that fill that gap. The CHURCH is and remains the BODY of CHRIST present in the world as a testament to the power of God's love as expressed, displayed and embodied in the resurrection.


The Church is about freeing (LIBERATING) ALL of God's people, not just the chose few.


The Church is about afflicting the comfortable and asking each other (and ourselves) CAN I be doing more to live my faith?

The Church is about comforting the afflicted and taking the quaint stories like the Good Samaritan and LIVING out the lessons of life, faith and LOVE that those words offer.


The Church is about taking risks and chances and living the values that we so easily sing about it ... we need to take the lessons we find opening scriptures and apply them to our lives ... it is more than the question - "what would Jesus do?" but that question is a great place to start ...


The church is about living our faith boldly and courageously while we hold ourselves and our neighbours up to standard that is based on the eternal and universal lesson: "do unto others as you would have them do unto you ..."


Like the story of Hillel challenges us - "that which is hurtful to another, you do NOT do - EVER!" we take a proactive stance wherein we live lives that render NO HARM to another ... in short - we live the values of our faith, not just for an hour a day, but EVERY MOMENT of every day ...


It's THAT damned simple .... we need to look in a mirror and ask ourselves if what we've just said, or done is something that is reflective of our faith and something that brings absolutely NO HARM to another person ... and if we find our actions lacking we have a responsibility to make amends ...


The scary thing is that for many people of faith that moment finds them in a place where they are lacking and their conscience condemns them accordingly ... the lesson of Grace though tells us that ALL are lacking and fall short ... and God's grace and forgiveness is extended accordingly.

In the modern social club church that has developed over the last 40 or so years, things like sacrifice, risk, grace and forgiveness are seldom spoken of unless the direction is personal and selfish.


We will speak openly and freely of forgiveness providing WE are are the recipients ...


we will speak openly and freely of Grace providing we are the ones experiencing it ...


we will speak openly and freely about the necessity of risk providing its not OUR personal risk ...


and we will speak openly and freely about sacrifice so long as it doesn't mean WE have to give anything meaningful up ...


The Church is NOT simply the social club we've become ... we're called to much more and it MUST begin with people of faith taking stands and saying - "enough is enough ..."


Who is with us ???

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

One of MY ABSOLUTE favourite winter songs:

I LOVED this song in the old Rankin and Bass tv special A Year without a Santa Claus ... the one night a couple of years ago I was sitting watching tv late at night when a band called Big Bad Voodoo Daddy appeared on Jay Leno ... Now to put it in context, I can count on fingers of ONE hand the number of times I've ACTUALLY watched even a portion of Leno's late show, and still have enough fingers left over to offer a few rude gestures ... SO, for whatever reason I cruised by Leno's The Tonight Show just as the boys in Big Bad Voodoo Daddy were getting ready to perform ...

They performed the number posted below ... and my admiration of them began ... I adore their Christmas Album featuring the cover of the Snow Miser - Heat Miser song ... and their rocky jazz big band sound is a favourite when we're driving in the van.

So, for your winter listening pleasure the incomprehable Big BAd Voodoo Daddy:

Welcoming a Wintery New Years (part 2)





Welcoming in a Wintery New Years...






Welcoming in the New Year ...

Welcome to a photo-diary for the waning of 2007, and the advent of 2008 ...

2007 ended with a gathering of friends:



A profusion of food was provided, including a platter of freshly baked challah bread and cheesy biscuits prepared by MOI!!:


New Year's Day began quietly with Ms H and Beetle staying for a sleep over ... the felines had the right idea to start the day:


Later in the afternoon Beetle became a lumber jack/carpenter as she began a craft project ... rumour is that she wants to build a tiny log cabin from sticks and twigs scavenged from the yard :

Then New Years Day ended much as it had begun ... quietly, with Sir Diesel continuing his winter nap ... day 12 and counting:


So ... from our sleepy house to yours: HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!