It only took 12.51 seconds from start to finish!
Ahead of the pack of 8 finalists, Priscilla has yet another championship to her credit. For the record:
Official Results - Women - 100 Metres Hurdles - Final - Wind : +0.9 m/s
Pos Athlete Nat Mark Pts
1 Priscilla Lopes-Schliep CAN 12.51 20
2 LoLo Jones USA 12.52 16
3 Brigitte Foster-Hylton JAM 12.57 14
4 Sally McLellan AUS 12.64 12
5 Perdita Felicien CAN 12.65 10
6 Tiffany Ofili USA 12.82 8
7 Anay Tejeda CUB 12.96 6
8 Virginia Powell USA 13.12 4
Action continues in Stockholm as we speak.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Live coverage
This just in ...
The IAAF invitational which is taking place in Rome these days is being streamed live. In particular, those who might want to watch today's 100m Hurdles race, coverage begins at 12:45 EDT and the race in question is scheduled to go at 13:30 (that's 1:30 pm here in Ontario).
Go Priscilla!
The IAAF invitational which is taking place in Rome these days is being streamed live. In particular, those who might want to watch today's 100m Hurdles race, coverage begins at 12:45 EDT and the race in question is scheduled to go at 13:30 (that's 1:30 pm here in Ontario).
Go Priscilla!
Summer reading
Ever since I was a child, I developed a love for reading. My memory of a time before I even knew what a television was, and what it was for, is still (almost) as vivid as it could be. In the years of my very early youth, I remember studies, and play, and reading as occupying much of what might be termed as 'free time'.
The passion I discovered so long ago continues even today.
At times, I even begin making lists of books I've read, carefully noting the dates when I read them, completed them, and perhaps a few notes about what I tought of them. Of late, there have been quite a few, and most of these have crossed my reading chair in just the past couple of months' time:
The passion I discovered so long ago continues even today.
At times, I even begin making lists of books I've read, carefully noting the dates when I read them, completed them, and perhaps a few notes about what I tought of them. Of late, there have been quite a few, and most of these have crossed my reading chair in just the past couple of months' time:
- The Art of Racing in the Rain, by Garth Stein is a wonderful story filled with wisdom which can be found in the most curious and unexpected places;
- The Last Lecture, by Randy Pausch is a riviting tale of childhood dreams come true, and some that didn't;
- JERK California, by Jonathan Friesen is an interesting look at growing up with the challenge of Tourette's and dealing with the normal perils of teenaged anxt;
- The Age of Turbulence, by Alan Greenspan is a chronicle of turbulent times in the economic world and how life's lessons, learned at a very early age, help to give us perspectives that can help to weather any storm; and
- Marley and Me, by John Grogan is a story for dog lovers of all ages.
Other books on the horizon, some of which I've only just begun and others of which I'm well into include:
- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin, the classic which is always worth revisiting;
- Oliver Twist, by Charles Dickens, the classic tale of the orphan boy and his friends who lived in the realm of urchins in Victorian England;
- The Rosetta Key, by William Dietrich which promises to be an adventure involving an ancient 'magical' Egyptian scroll that is lost in the Holy Land; and
- The Girl who Played with Fire, by Steig Laarson, the sequel to The Girl with the Dragon Tatoo
Considering that this summer seems to be flying by even as most are still wondering where the warm weather has disappeared to, there should be lots of time for catching up with these adventures, and perhaps for creating some of our own.
Happy reading .....
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Hanging with the famous
Priscilla keeps making headlines ... even from far away.
Yesterday, there was an on-line article posted on CBC.ca highlighting her recent accomplishments in Europe (during the past month) and doing some analysis of the relationships she has with other contenders. In a few weeks' time, she (and they) will be in Berlin for the Worlds, and if all the racing leading up to next month's encounter hold true to form, she may very well be on the road to repeating her performance from Beijing last year, or even bettering it.
Meanwhile behind the scenes ... we received an email today with various pictures of Priscilla, her husband and some others of the well-known contenders including Jamaica's Ussain Bolt, and American Lolo Jones. They look like they're having lots of fun.
Yesterday, there was an on-line article posted on CBC.ca highlighting her recent accomplishments in Europe (during the past month) and doing some analysis of the relationships she has with other contenders. In a few weeks' time, she (and they) will be in Berlin for the Worlds, and if all the racing leading up to next month's encounter hold true to form, she may very well be on the road to repeating her performance from Beijing last year, or even bettering it.
Meanwhile behind the scenes ... we received an email today with various pictures of Priscilla, her husband and some others of the well-known contenders including Jamaica's Ussain Bolt, and American Lolo Jones. They look like they're having lots of fun.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Visitors passing through
Is there room? Will you be around?
With these two simple questions, another opportunity was presented to me this morning. The questions came from a confrere who is taking some time to travel and to visit with various friends and aquaintances. He's passing through later today, and has asked whether he can leave his car here, while he travels courtesy of public transportation throughout the province.
Of course I answered positively, for courtesies such as this, done for one another out of love is what it's all about.
As he arrived this afternoon, I couldn't help remembering anther time in history when I myself was 'passing through' another city, and called upon a confrere, who up until that time I had not met. I was impressed first by his open invitation to come by, to stay the night and then to carry on with the journey. When we arrived, we discovered that the house was in disarray, thanks to the fact that there were renovations in progress, but this did not stop him from offering both his own room and another guest room for our comfort. What's more, we arrived at a very late hour, and he was there waiting for us, with a drink to quench our thirst and a bed to rest our weary bones.
Even before we arose the next morning (after a very short sleep, in defference to the distance that still lay ahead of us on the road), he himself was up, preparing breakfast and tending to his vegetable garden.
Memories of hospitality such as this go a long way. Perhaps we cannot ask such heroic acts of total strangers, but we should always be willing to go the extra mile to make the stranger welcome, to exercise the hospitality that we ourselves would hope for.
In gratitude to those who have taught us how to exercise welcome, and in anticipation of occasions when we can welcome the travellers who need a place to stay, before carrying on their way to adventures yet to be unfolded.
With these two simple questions, another opportunity was presented to me this morning. The questions came from a confrere who is taking some time to travel and to visit with various friends and aquaintances. He's passing through later today, and has asked whether he can leave his car here, while he travels courtesy of public transportation throughout the province.
Of course I answered positively, for courtesies such as this, done for one another out of love is what it's all about.
As he arrived this afternoon, I couldn't help remembering anther time in history when I myself was 'passing through' another city, and called upon a confrere, who up until that time I had not met. I was impressed first by his open invitation to come by, to stay the night and then to carry on with the journey. When we arrived, we discovered that the house was in disarray, thanks to the fact that there were renovations in progress, but this did not stop him from offering both his own room and another guest room for our comfort. What's more, we arrived at a very late hour, and he was there waiting for us, with a drink to quench our thirst and a bed to rest our weary bones.
Even before we arose the next morning (after a very short sleep, in defference to the distance that still lay ahead of us on the road), he himself was up, preparing breakfast and tending to his vegetable garden.
Memories of hospitality such as this go a long way. Perhaps we cannot ask such heroic acts of total strangers, but we should always be willing to go the extra mile to make the stranger welcome, to exercise the hospitality that we ourselves would hope for.
In gratitude to those who have taught us how to exercise welcome, and in anticipation of occasions when we can welcome the travellers who need a place to stay, before carrying on their way to adventures yet to be unfolded.
From Monaco
Today I received a link to the video coverage of the most recent 100m Hurdles competition. This time, the race took place in Monaco, and the event is known as Herculis.
Most of the crowd who were hurtling across the hurdles was made up of the faces that have become well known to those who follow the circuit; the cameraderie that is evident as they congratulate each other after the race is complete is evidence that these women are at the very least aquaintences and friendly rivals even though they may appear to be fierce competitors on the track.
Next stop: Stockholm (Sweeden) for the DN Galan that's scheduled to run on Friday of this week.
Most of the crowd who were hurtling across the hurdles was made up of the faces that have become well known to those who follow the circuit; the cameraderie that is evident as they congratulate each other after the race is complete is evidence that these women are at the very least aquaintences and friendly rivals even though they may appear to be fierce competitors on the track.
Next stop: Stockholm (Sweeden) for the DN Galan that's scheduled to run on Friday of this week.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Entertaining and hospitality
Scarcely have the dishes been cleaned up from last night's welcoming dinner, and already, preparations are well underway for the next social gathering.
Today is the one-year anniversary since a very dear friend was born in heaven, and therefore it is fitting that since I was not able to be present with his family last year, I should spend some time with them today. Later this morning, we will gather to pray for him, and to join with him at the table of the Lord.
The words of today's scripture passages are quite fitting for this encounter. The exerpt from the book of Exodus speaks of another time when divine words were shared with human beings, through the intermediary of a chosen one. Today, we come to seek comfort and peace, to celebrate the life of one who we have known and loved, and who we entrust to the mercy of the One who has welcomed him to take his place in the Father's house.
During his many decades of life here on earth, he enjoyed nothing more than a good game of hockey, or a party surrounded by family and friends. It's only fitting then that we should have a simple gathering after the Eucharistic celebration, to feed our bodies and to share stories of our dearest friend.
Today is the one-year anniversary since a very dear friend was born in heaven, and therefore it is fitting that since I was not able to be present with his family last year, I should spend some time with them today. Later this morning, we will gather to pray for him, and to join with him at the table of the Lord.
The words of today's scripture passages are quite fitting for this encounter. The exerpt from the book of Exodus speaks of another time when divine words were shared with human beings, through the intermediary of a chosen one. Today, we come to seek comfort and peace, to celebrate the life of one who we have known and loved, and who we entrust to the mercy of the One who has welcomed him to take his place in the Father's house.
During his many decades of life here on earth, he enjoyed nothing more than a good game of hockey, or a party surrounded by family and friends. It's only fitting then that we should have a simple gathering after the Eucharistic celebration, to feed our bodies and to share stories of our dearest friend.
Welcoming and celebrating
A few weeks ago, I received a phone call from one of my confreres. He wanted to tell me that there was a new collegue in town. It wasn't long before I made first contact, and found out that this newcomer had recently arrived from Benin, a country located in West Africa.
Newcomers need friends, or at least a few well meaning collegues who will make them welcome and point them in the right direction, so I thought what better way but to invite him to join us for a meal ... and invite some other friends as well. The result - dinner with six wonderful people, around a table where there was food for body and soul.
We don't know for sure how long Francois, who is a Missionary of Africa (otherwise known as the White Fathers) will be among us, but with a little help from his friends, I'm sure he will be welcome in this land that is so far away from home.
Newcomers need friends, or at least a few well meaning collegues who will make them welcome and point them in the right direction, so I thought what better way but to invite him to join us for a meal ... and invite some other friends as well. The result - dinner with six wonderful people, around a table where there was food for body and soul.
We don't know for sure how long Francois, who is a Missionary of Africa (otherwise known as the White Fathers) will be among us, but with a little help from his friends, I'm sure he will be welcome in this land that is so far away from home.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Thy will be done
One of the cornerstones of this business is the fact that the work I do has very little to do with what I decide, and a whole lot to do with acting on behalf of the One who has sent me to be His representative.
It helps every now and then to remember this, because losing sight of this truth leads to the possibility of a certain kind of narcisism on my part, but remembering it helps to put things in perspective.
Father Ron Rolheiser, an Oblate priest who is well known for his spiritual writings recently published a column on the subject entitled Sensitivity, Vulnerability and Religion. Father Rolheiser's reflections help remind me that the relationship God desires with me is much much greater than I can even imagine. In fact, it's often in the moments of mystery, or the occasions when we glimse the mysterious nature of God that we come to grips (at least a little bit) with the fact that the more we advance on the road of things spiritual, the more we recognize our own weaknesses.
Perhaps this is what Saint Paul was talking about when he wrote of giving thanks for weaknesses that allow him to truly recognize his strength. In this light, perhaps we should not ask for riches, wealth or strength to bear burdens, but rather for weakness, or a heightened awareness of our own weakness, so that we can better understand the power of Him who leads us.
It helps every now and then to remember this, because losing sight of this truth leads to the possibility of a certain kind of narcisism on my part, but remembering it helps to put things in perspective.
Father Ron Rolheiser, an Oblate priest who is well known for his spiritual writings recently published a column on the subject entitled Sensitivity, Vulnerability and Religion. Father Rolheiser's reflections help remind me that the relationship God desires with me is much much greater than I can even imagine. In fact, it's often in the moments of mystery, or the occasions when we glimse the mysterious nature of God that we come to grips (at least a little bit) with the fact that the more we advance on the road of things spiritual, the more we recognize our own weaknesses.
Perhaps this is what Saint Paul was talking about when he wrote of giving thanks for weaknesses that allow him to truly recognize his strength. In this light, perhaps we should not ask for riches, wealth or strength to bear burdens, but rather for weakness, or a heightened awareness of our own weakness, so that we can better understand the power of Him who leads us.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
The appearance of truth
Many years ago now, I remember voicing a dillema to a confrere. It went something like this: At the time, I had convinced myself that I was an introvert (in some aspects, I still think that I am), and I found it very difficult to meet people. That might seem strange for someone in my profession, but I suppose I need to explain a bit.
It happens quite often that I may be cast into situations where total strangers bare their souls (either literally or figuratively) because there is an inherent trust that comes with the territory. The challenge for an introvert is that we seldom have time to even learn people's names before we find ourselves face to face with sometimes life-altering issues.
This is not easy for someone who finds it difficult to venture out of an established comfort zone and to risk walking in the midst of someone else's territory. However, the extension of this muse would find that same someone comfortably holed up at home, never venturing out into the big bad world, never risking the possibility of meeting new people, and effectively cutting him or herself off from the possibility of actually getting to know someone who may turn out to be a true friend, a confidant(e) or even a source of support.
Someone wise once encouraged me with the following words: 'The people who may seem scary to you right now, will quite possibly turn out to be the greatest support to you in times of trial, so as difficult as it may seem, try to move beyond yourself, and to allow others to know you, to love you and to help you become all you can be'.
I don't think I ever said thanks for those words, uttered so long ago.
It happens quite often that I may be cast into situations where total strangers bare their souls (either literally or figuratively) because there is an inherent trust that comes with the territory. The challenge for an introvert is that we seldom have time to even learn people's names before we find ourselves face to face with sometimes life-altering issues.
This is not easy for someone who finds it difficult to venture out of an established comfort zone and to risk walking in the midst of someone else's territory. However, the extension of this muse would find that same someone comfortably holed up at home, never venturing out into the big bad world, never risking the possibility of meeting new people, and effectively cutting him or herself off from the possibility of actually getting to know someone who may turn out to be a true friend, a confidant(e) or even a source of support.
Someone wise once encouraged me with the following words: 'The people who may seem scary to you right now, will quite possibly turn out to be the greatest support to you in times of trial, so as difficult as it may seem, try to move beyond yourself, and to allow others to know you, to love you and to help you become all you can be'.
I don't think I ever said thanks for those words, uttered so long ago.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
A change of heart
A few weeks ago, I was invited to attend a gathering of a local prayer group. The meeting in question took place tonight, and to be honest, I found myself thinking all day today that I'd rather do anything other than go to this meeting.
This isn't the first time that I find myself almost wishing that I hadn't said yes to a commitment. Even after I had arrived on site, I still found myself looking for a moment of silence to 'run away' from the obligation I had accepted.
I wonder if I'm alone in thinking that I just can't seem to say no to requests that are made of me, but I have a feeling that I might be surprised at how many others often find themselves in the same position.
The surprising thing about this group is that every time I start out with the feeling that I want to back out of the commitment to be present, or that I wish I hadn't said yes in the first place, I find that by the time I've fulfilled the commitment, I'm in a much different space. This has happened more than once, and so I'm beginning to believe that it's not my doing. Rather, the group in question is always very appreciative of the fact that I take the time to be present, and perhaps more markedly, I often (if not always) have a renewed appreciation for the value of prayer when I've completed such an encounter.
The gift of hospitality is a divine gift that some of us are especially charged to share with others. It's a gift that is in evidence with this group, even at moments when gentle welcomes and words are the farthest thing from my mind, or when I am more jaded by doubt about the sincerity of the gift being offered.
Perhaps if we were more astutely aware of the gift offered in our daily encounters, we might run the risk of growing in humility and learn how to pay closer attention to the divine voice that calls us all to honest living and generous giving.
For those in our lives who challenge us to be the best that we can, we should always give thanks.
This isn't the first time that I find myself almost wishing that I hadn't said yes to a commitment. Even after I had arrived on site, I still found myself looking for a moment of silence to 'run away' from the obligation I had accepted.
I wonder if I'm alone in thinking that I just can't seem to say no to requests that are made of me, but I have a feeling that I might be surprised at how many others often find themselves in the same position.
The surprising thing about this group is that every time I start out with the feeling that I want to back out of the commitment to be present, or that I wish I hadn't said yes in the first place, I find that by the time I've fulfilled the commitment, I'm in a much different space. This has happened more than once, and so I'm beginning to believe that it's not my doing. Rather, the group in question is always very appreciative of the fact that I take the time to be present, and perhaps more markedly, I often (if not always) have a renewed appreciation for the value of prayer when I've completed such an encounter.
The gift of hospitality is a divine gift that some of us are especially charged to share with others. It's a gift that is in evidence with this group, even at moments when gentle welcomes and words are the farthest thing from my mind, or when I am more jaded by doubt about the sincerity of the gift being offered.
Perhaps if we were more astutely aware of the gift offered in our daily encounters, we might run the risk of growing in humility and learn how to pay closer attention to the divine voice that calls us all to honest living and generous giving.
For those in our lives who challenge us to be the best that we can, we should always give thanks.
A ray of sunshine
Everyone has days when we wonder what life is all about. Even though we may have all kinds of responsibilities to uphold, and myriad things to accomplish each day, we can still find ourselves wondering at some philosophical level or another about the true meaning of life.
Then, along comes an experience that keeps us grounded, a moment when we truly are granted a glimpse of the simplicity of life and the great gift that we can be to each other.
Yesterday, I found a note on my desk asking me to check in on Fern. She's a shut-in who has had her fair share of health problems of late, but every time I've seen her, she's always got a whiticism or a quip of some sort to offer: the kind of one-liner that cuts right through all the red tape we can often wrap around ourselves, and reminds us to be real about life, to celebrate the good times and to greet adversity with an honest but courageous outlook.
This is the lady who would meet me and always have a word of wisdom or just a simple gesture of kindness - more often than not a hug - that spoke more voluminously than any words ever could.
I spoke with Fern yesterday afternoon, and agreed to pay a short visit today. Despite the fact that she's physically slowing down due to the ravages of time (she'll soon begin her 9th decade of earthly existence), she still has the sparkle in her eye that betrays her genuine love for visitors and friends, and I would suspect, more than just a few strangers too. We spent almost an hour this afternoon, sharing stories and talking about mutual friends, about people who are coming to visit and others who are far away.
As I left, I couldn't help but utter a little prayer of thanks for this moment of grace, an opportunity to see that when all is said and done, life is not about how many appointments we book, or how busy we are. When we get right down to it, life is about relationships, about loving without boundaries, about welcoming the strangers and taking care of those who can't care for themselves, all the while doing these little things with great amounts of love (credit Mother Teresa of Calcutta for that one).
Thanks for sharing a ray of sunshine in the midst of the rain storm.
Then, along comes an experience that keeps us grounded, a moment when we truly are granted a glimpse of the simplicity of life and the great gift that we can be to each other.
Yesterday, I found a note on my desk asking me to check in on Fern. She's a shut-in who has had her fair share of health problems of late, but every time I've seen her, she's always got a whiticism or a quip of some sort to offer: the kind of one-liner that cuts right through all the red tape we can often wrap around ourselves, and reminds us to be real about life, to celebrate the good times and to greet adversity with an honest but courageous outlook.
This is the lady who would meet me and always have a word of wisdom or just a simple gesture of kindness - more often than not a hug - that spoke more voluminously than any words ever could.
I spoke with Fern yesterday afternoon, and agreed to pay a short visit today. Despite the fact that she's physically slowing down due to the ravages of time (she'll soon begin her 9th decade of earthly existence), she still has the sparkle in her eye that betrays her genuine love for visitors and friends, and I would suspect, more than just a few strangers too. We spent almost an hour this afternoon, sharing stories and talking about mutual friends, about people who are coming to visit and others who are far away.
As I left, I couldn't help but utter a little prayer of thanks for this moment of grace, an opportunity to see that when all is said and done, life is not about how many appointments we book, or how busy we are. When we get right down to it, life is about relationships, about loving without boundaries, about welcoming the strangers and taking care of those who can't care for themselves, all the while doing these little things with great amounts of love (credit Mother Teresa of Calcutta for that one).
Thanks for sharing a ray of sunshine in the midst of the rain storm.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Voices from two worlds
It finally arrived today and it's beautiful!
It is a package that was sent in the mail from New Zealand a few weeks ago. Its contents, a hand-knitted sweater that's been in the works for just about a year now. As I opened the package and set eyes on its treasure, all the memories came back: the day of shopping when we found the wool and chose the pattern, and of course the precious visit we had with friends on the North Island.
There was a note enclosed with this package as well, one that had been written a few weeks ago now. From the language of it's verbage, our friends sounded like they were doing well, but there was no hint within its words of the truth that we've already come to know, that one of them would depart the world of mortals and find his way to heaven before the sweater would reach these shores.
What a wonderful gift, and a tangible reminder of a friendship that endures. This sweater (or 'jumper' as the local slang goes) will always be special since the idea for it came about during our last visit with him. I wonder when we'll be able to go back, and what we'll meet when we arrive. Even if the place is still there, there will always be a part of the experience that has now been changed, but then again, life is like that: ever changing, ever renewed.
It is a package that was sent in the mail from New Zealand a few weeks ago. Its contents, a hand-knitted sweater that's been in the works for just about a year now. As I opened the package and set eyes on its treasure, all the memories came back: the day of shopping when we found the wool and chose the pattern, and of course the precious visit we had with friends on the North Island.
There was a note enclosed with this package as well, one that had been written a few weeks ago now. From the language of it's verbage, our friends sounded like they were doing well, but there was no hint within its words of the truth that we've already come to know, that one of them would depart the world of mortals and find his way to heaven before the sweater would reach these shores.
What a wonderful gift, and a tangible reminder of a friendship that endures. This sweater (or 'jumper' as the local slang goes) will always be special since the idea for it came about during our last visit with him. I wonder when we'll be able to go back, and what we'll meet when we arrive. Even if the place is still there, there will always be a part of the experience that has now been changed, but then again, life is like that: ever changing, ever renewed.
It's a girl
The news came electronically, and the excitement is palpable.
'It's a girl' the title said, and the news, shared with the uncles-to-be filled us all with a renewed sense of wonder about the neice that we haven't yet set eyes on, but who we know is growing by leaps and bounds.
There have been a whole string of males born in our family. In fact there are no females among my cousins who bear the same family name, so this will indeed be a first. What a wonderful gift for all of us! A new chapter about to begin, and all the wonder and excitement that comes with it just around the corner.
Can't wait.
'It's a girl' the title said, and the news, shared with the uncles-to-be filled us all with a renewed sense of wonder about the neice that we haven't yet set eyes on, but who we know is growing by leaps and bounds.
There have been a whole string of males born in our family. In fact there are no females among my cousins who bear the same family name, so this will indeed be a first. What a wonderful gift for all of us! A new chapter about to begin, and all the wonder and excitement that comes with it just around the corner.
Can't wait.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Family and friends
I had only just arrived and begun to put out the cushions (which I was sure would get lots of use over the next day or so) when the rest of the gang arrived.
For the past week or so, I've been anticipating this short visit with parents and some friends, and finally here it is. The weather is glorious and the camraderie flows easily between us all. Whether we are in the throws of conversation, or simply dozing by the pool, there is time for each one to simply soak up the goodness of a summer's day.
We've been waiting for sun and heat for quite some time now, and finally it seems as though the clear skies and the heat of the sun are lulling us into a lethargy that rejuvenates the soul.
I know that eventually even this little oasis must give way to other demands of life, but for the moment, I'll just soak it all in, and when the evening beckons the end of another day, we'll wake the ones who are perpetually sleeping, inviting them to curl up and return to the slumber that refreshes.
For the past week or so, I've been anticipating this short visit with parents and some friends, and finally here it is. The weather is glorious and the camraderie flows easily between us all. Whether we are in the throws of conversation, or simply dozing by the pool, there is time for each one to simply soak up the goodness of a summer's day.
We've been waiting for sun and heat for quite some time now, and finally it seems as though the clear skies and the heat of the sun are lulling us into a lethargy that rejuvenates the soul.
I know that eventually even this little oasis must give way to other demands of life, but for the moment, I'll just soak it all in, and when the evening beckons the end of another day, we'll wake the ones who are perpetually sleeping, inviting them to curl up and return to the slumber that refreshes.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Food, friends ... and fundraising
A friend of mine took part last year for the very first time in The Weekend to End Breast Cancer last year. Over a two-day period, she and a number of her friends walked most of the 120 km route in memory of her mother who died a number of years ago from breast cancer.
This year, she's at it again, but she's also managed to convince her father, two brothers and their wives to join her. The next event is scheduled to take place on the weekend of June 5-6, 2010, and already the training has begun.
In addition, the family hosted a fundraising dinner tonight at the Davidi Club in North Bay. From 4:00 to 7:00 pm, the doors were open, and with very few exceptions, the tables were all full. People came from all parts of the city and beyond to share a meal and to support the cause.
In addition to the members of the immediate family (and many of their extended family) there were also a number of other friends who helped to sell tickets, to serve the meals and even to coordinate the cleanup.
What a wonderful response to this call for help, and an opportunity for everyone to catch up with neighbours, friends and new aquaintances. We all know someone who has been affected by cancer, or someone who is currently fighting the fight. The research continues; in the meanwhile, we give thanks for the angels who do their part to support all those who must walk this path.
This year, she's at it again, but she's also managed to convince her father, two brothers and their wives to join her. The next event is scheduled to take place on the weekend of June 5-6, 2010, and already the training has begun.
In addition, the family hosted a fundraising dinner tonight at the Davidi Club in North Bay. From 4:00 to 7:00 pm, the doors were open, and with very few exceptions, the tables were all full. People came from all parts of the city and beyond to share a meal and to support the cause.
In addition to the members of the immediate family (and many of their extended family) there were also a number of other friends who helped to sell tickets, to serve the meals and even to coordinate the cleanup.
What a wonderful response to this call for help, and an opportunity for everyone to catch up with neighbours, friends and new aquaintances. We all know someone who has been affected by cancer, or someone who is currently fighting the fight. The research continues; in the meanwhile, we give thanks for the angels who do their part to support all those who must walk this path.
The little ones
There are rituals all around us, things that we sometimes pay great attention to, and some details that just seem to escape us altogether. There are people we meet every day, every week, and yet we couldn't tell you their names, and then there are those who touch our hearts and leave imprints so indelible that we can't change them, nor for that matter would we want to.
There are some who I meet every week, whose greetings speak of joy and contentment. There are others who say nothing, but always extend a hand in friendship. There are some who walk by and wave, and there are always the children.
One child cannot pass me by without offering a hug, while another will always call out a greeting (no matter where we are, and who'se around). There are some children who I've known from the day of their birth and others who I meet only fleetingly when they come for visits. There are some who seem to have developing voices from the moment of their first discontented cry, and there are others who make me wonder at times about whether they can speak.
Every one of these, children of various ages and myriad experiences is a wonder in the eyes of God. Every one of them has a story to tell; all they seek is a listener with ears willing to absorb the adventure. Sure there's a need for discipline at times, for laying down the rules and insisting on obedience; consistency is the best teacher in that realm, but when all is said and done, we should never fail to give thanks for the gift of children (and others) who teach us to be wise, discerning beings.
There are some who I meet every week, whose greetings speak of joy and contentment. There are others who say nothing, but always extend a hand in friendship. There are some who walk by and wave, and there are always the children.
One child cannot pass me by without offering a hug, while another will always call out a greeting (no matter where we are, and who'se around). There are some children who I've known from the day of their birth and others who I meet only fleetingly when they come for visits. There are some who seem to have developing voices from the moment of their first discontented cry, and there are others who make me wonder at times about whether they can speak.
Every one of these, children of various ages and myriad experiences is a wonder in the eyes of God. Every one of them has a story to tell; all they seek is a listener with ears willing to absorb the adventure. Sure there's a need for discipline at times, for laying down the rules and insisting on obedience; consistency is the best teacher in that realm, but when all is said and done, we should never fail to give thanks for the gift of children (and others) who teach us to be wise, discerning beings.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Travelling
They were supposed to leave Toronto's Pearson International Airport at or about 4:30 pm on Friday, and fly to Detroit aboard Northwest Airlines, then connect aboard KLM for the flight to Amsterdam. Shortly after their arrival in Amsterdam (I think there was about a 90 minute wait if that), the third leg of the trip would depart and take them to Kilimanjaro, Tanzania.
If the timings are right, and factoring in the time change from here to there, they should have arrived a few hours ago. They're probably tired: jet travel is not the easiest on one's body, but they are also very excited, and probably thankful to have made the journey safely.
It's amazing how small the world really is. Not so very long ago, it would have been unheard of to leave one side of the world and arrive half-way around the globe in just over 24 hours' time. These days, with the launch of yet another space shuttle mission just days behind us, and considering the speed with which information travels from one place to another, is it any wonder that human beings are trying their utmost to catch up to the lightning speed with which the rest of society seems to be travelling?
If the timings are right, and factoring in the time change from here to there, they should have arrived a few hours ago. They're probably tired: jet travel is not the easiest on one's body, but they are also very excited, and probably thankful to have made the journey safely.
It's amazing how small the world really is. Not so very long ago, it would have been unheard of to leave one side of the world and arrive half-way around the globe in just over 24 hours' time. These days, with the launch of yet another space shuttle mission just days behind us, and considering the speed with which information travels from one place to another, is it any wonder that human beings are trying their utmost to catch up to the lightning speed with which the rest of society seems to be travelling?
Sharing the load
Saturdays during the summer season are often filled with happy moments as families gather for the celebration of weddings. Today is one of those days, as the newest of brides and grooms stand before their friends and relatives (and God too) to pronounce their vows of love and fidelity.
In this part of the world, apart from the weddings, things are relatively quiet. To be sure, it's possible to have a funeral also scheduled on Saturday morning, but this week, we've managed to escape that part of the weekend furor. That leaves just one wedding, at which one of our deacons agreed to deliver the good word, thus aleviating the responsibility that I would have to come up with some wisdom to be shared, and then the regular slate of weekly Eucharistic celebrations.
Oh, and there are also a few baptisms happening tomorrow, but thankfully, yet another deacon is on hand and happily has accepted the responsibility for celebrating that sacrament of joy with families who have recently brought their new-borns to this place, and asked us to insert them in the elect who are (or will be) aiming for sainthood.
In all, this is a day for giving thanks because although there is still lots of activity, comings and goings, there are also many hands to lighten the load.
In this part of the world, apart from the weddings, things are relatively quiet. To be sure, it's possible to have a funeral also scheduled on Saturday morning, but this week, we've managed to escape that part of the weekend furor. That leaves just one wedding, at which one of our deacons agreed to deliver the good word, thus aleviating the responsibility that I would have to come up with some wisdom to be shared, and then the regular slate of weekly Eucharistic celebrations.
Oh, and there are also a few baptisms happening tomorrow, but thankfully, yet another deacon is on hand and happily has accepted the responsibility for celebrating that sacrament of joy with families who have recently brought their new-borns to this place, and asked us to insert them in the elect who are (or will be) aiming for sainthood.
In all, this is a day for giving thanks because although there is still lots of activity, comings and goings, there are also many hands to lighten the load.
Friday, July 17, 2009
My other job
If ever I needed another job, some have said that I should open a restaurant. At the very least, I could open a bakery (if I could ever learn not to have to test everything that came out of the oven).
Today, I found myself with some time to have fun, and like one of the television chefs who is much more famous than I, that meant that I was in a kitchen, surrounded with ingredients that screamed to be baked.
The result: a loaf of Beer Bread and a bakers dozen of raisin scones.
Every day is an adventure when you know a bit about how ingredients combine, and even moreso when you're courageous enough to play a bit, to allow the ingredients to teach you a bit of wisdom, and to combine some flavours that may not have first sprung to mind.
As Michael Smith has more than once been heard uttering, 'My favorite recipe ... cooking ... without a recipe.'
Be thankful for talents, and use them for the pure pleasure of seeing what happens when a bit of creativity combines with a whole bunch of raw materials: some call it art.
Today, I found myself with some time to have fun, and like one of the television chefs who is much more famous than I, that meant that I was in a kitchen, surrounded with ingredients that screamed to be baked.
The result: a loaf of Beer Bread and a bakers dozen of raisin scones.
Every day is an adventure when you know a bit about how ingredients combine, and even moreso when you're courageous enough to play a bit, to allow the ingredients to teach you a bit of wisdom, and to combine some flavours that may not have first sprung to mind.
As Michael Smith has more than once been heard uttering, 'My favorite recipe ... cooking ... without a recipe.'
Be thankful for talents, and use them for the pure pleasure of seeing what happens when a bit of creativity combines with a whole bunch of raw materials: some call it art.
And they're off
This morning, as rain pelts the windows in this part of the world, some friends are departing on the first leg of a journey that is bound to mark them for the rest of their lives. Before the travelling is done, they will have spent more than 24 hours in motion, and will have covered three continents, but it's only when they reach their destination sometime tomorrow night that the true adventure will begin.
Almost an entire family: father, mother and four of their five children are destined for the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro where they will spend the next three weeks working in a variety of schools and orphanages.
They've set up a blog which will be updated periodically, every time they can get to a computer - things that aren't necessarily as readily available in that part of the world.
The idea for this journey came from one of the children, and the rest of the family quickly jumped at the possibility. Much planning has taken place to get everything in place for this three-week adventure. As I visited one last time with them last night, some of the bags had already been packed, closed and put out for 'pickup'.
One thing is sure: the people who walked out the door this morning will be changed by the time they return. How exactly that change will take place, and to what extent each of the adventurers will be affected will possibly only come to light long after their return.
Almost an entire family: father, mother and four of their five children are destined for the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro where they will spend the next three weeks working in a variety of schools and orphanages.
They've set up a blog which will be updated periodically, every time they can get to a computer - things that aren't necessarily as readily available in that part of the world.
The idea for this journey came from one of the children, and the rest of the family quickly jumped at the possibility. Much planning has taken place to get everything in place for this three-week adventure. As I visited one last time with them last night, some of the bags had already been packed, closed and put out for 'pickup'.
One thing is sure: the people who walked out the door this morning will be changed by the time they return. How exactly that change will take place, and to what extent each of the adventurers will be affected will possibly only come to light long after their return.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
News from afar
This morning, the Vatican Information Service published a number of appointments of Bishops and Nuncios. Among them, is the name of Renato Boccardo, who once was in charge of Papal Voyages, in the time of His Holiness, John Paul II.
After the completion of his tenure in the Pontifical Council for Social Communications, during which he ran the travels office, he was appointed as Secretary of the Governatorate, the office responsible for the nuts and bolts of the Vatican City State. As such, it was his responsibility to oversee everything from the workers who keep the stonework up to par, to making sure that the lightbulbs didn't burn out (or at least that burnt out bulbs were replaced).
Throughout his years serving in the Vatican, and even before, he has always been known for his easy manner, his warm welcome and his readiness to share infomation with friends and strangers alike. From the steps of the Vatican City State to the farthest reaches of the world, he has proven himself to be dedicated, hardworking and joyous in the fulfillment of the work entrusted to his care.
As of this morning, he is the Archbishop of Spoleto-Norcia. The city of Spoleto is renound for its summer festival, and the Archdiocese dates back to the first century A.D.
After the completion of his tenure in the Pontifical Council for Social Communications, during which he ran the travels office, he was appointed as Secretary of the Governatorate, the office responsible for the nuts and bolts of the Vatican City State. As such, it was his responsibility to oversee everything from the workers who keep the stonework up to par, to making sure that the lightbulbs didn't burn out (or at least that burnt out bulbs were replaced).
Throughout his years serving in the Vatican, and even before, he has always been known for his easy manner, his warm welcome and his readiness to share infomation with friends and strangers alike. From the steps of the Vatican City State to the farthest reaches of the world, he has proven himself to be dedicated, hardworking and joyous in the fulfillment of the work entrusted to his care.
As of this morning, he is the Archbishop of Spoleto-Norcia. The city of Spoleto is renound for its summer festival, and the Archdiocese dates back to the first century A.D.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Out of the mouths of babes
Hello ... sank you for the gifts you sent.
With these words, a conversation began between me and a precious child this week. I've had such occasions to speak with her in the past, and have noticed that each time, her command of the language and her ability to understand how someone can speak to her through a telephone, even though they are not physically standing the same room, have grown by leaps and bounds.
Conversations that began as monosylabic and very simplified answers, now morph into multi-subject discussions about events that keep her enthrawled, to relationships between her and her immediate family and even about events at school (she's in SK at the moment).
Last year, during her very first year at Elementary school, she was enrolled at a French-language school where she learned (among other things) to recite the Lord's Prayer (in French of course). This year was a different case though as she was moved to an English-language school. When asked whether she had yet learned the Our Father in English, she replied positively, and then immediately began reciting it:
Our Farter who art in heaven ...
I can't wait to see what other inventions come from the innocence of this child, her sibling and other children like her. They are reminders for all of us that every moment should be cherished.
With these words, a conversation began between me and a precious child this week. I've had such occasions to speak with her in the past, and have noticed that each time, her command of the language and her ability to understand how someone can speak to her through a telephone, even though they are not physically standing the same room, have grown by leaps and bounds.
Conversations that began as monosylabic and very simplified answers, now morph into multi-subject discussions about events that keep her enthrawled, to relationships between her and her immediate family and even about events at school (she's in SK at the moment).
Last year, during her very first year at Elementary school, she was enrolled at a French-language school where she learned (among other things) to recite the Lord's Prayer (in French of course). This year was a different case though as she was moved to an English-language school. When asked whether she had yet learned the Our Father in English, she replied positively, and then immediately began reciting it:
Our Farter who art in heaven ...
I can't wait to see what other inventions come from the innocence of this child, her sibling and other children like her. They are reminders for all of us that every moment should be cherished.
Laying fallow
After what has seemed to be a crazed rush to get so much done, life seems to finally have come to a bit of a slower pace. There is still much going on, but not much seems to be in crisis at the moment. Of course, this kind of sentiment ought better be expressed quickly lest something indeed does come to pass, but for the moment, all is well.
There are times when I for one become so wrapped up in the hectic pace that life can adopt that I long for quieter times when relaxation and rejuvenation are the most pressing issues, however it seems that when such opportunities knock, I am often lost (at least in the initial moments) as I flounder, thinking that there must be some detail unattended to, some decision yet to be made, some pressing matter still weighing or someone still waiting for an answer.
Why is it that it's so hard at times to simply accept days like these as total gifts, to thank those who make these rare occasions possible, and simply take advantage of the time for a bit of recreation?
Until the next crisis ... or at least until the next blessing comes along.
There are times when I for one become so wrapped up in the hectic pace that life can adopt that I long for quieter times when relaxation and rejuvenation are the most pressing issues, however it seems that when such opportunities knock, I am often lost (at least in the initial moments) as I flounder, thinking that there must be some detail unattended to, some decision yet to be made, some pressing matter still weighing or someone still waiting for an answer.
Why is it that it's so hard at times to simply accept days like these as total gifts, to thank those who make these rare occasions possible, and simply take advantage of the time for a bit of recreation?
Until the next crisis ... or at least until the next blessing comes along.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Giving and receiving
A few weeks ago, I began working on a Prayer Shawl meant for a friend of mine. The prayer shawl minstry has evolved over the past couple of years as a tangible way of incorporating crafts with prayer.
With a history that stretches as far back as Old Testament times, prayer shawls are created while the person putting them together offers prayers for the one who is to receive them. A number of books have been published recently to explain what these shawls are all about, including the history of their development, and the power of prayer that is offered along with them.
Today, I had a chance to show the work-in-progress to it's intended recipient. Now, the reaction one receives when presenting a gift says lots, so I knew immediately that this gift would be deeply appreciated, but the response that came after the response said even more.
There are many people I've had the privilege to know who are extremely generous with their time, their talents and their goods. Funnily enough it has rarely happened that I even stop to consider the effect of the generosity I choose to share with those whose paths cross my own. Of course, there's no way for me to fully appreciate this impact except when others share with me their reactions and thoughts, but on the odd occasion, when this DOES occur, it can be extremely rewarding.
Oh, once it's complete, the shawl will be waiting for it's new owner to take it home.
With a history that stretches as far back as Old Testament times, prayer shawls are created while the person putting them together offers prayers for the one who is to receive them. A number of books have been published recently to explain what these shawls are all about, including the history of their development, and the power of prayer that is offered along with them.
Today, I had a chance to show the work-in-progress to it's intended recipient. Now, the reaction one receives when presenting a gift says lots, so I knew immediately that this gift would be deeply appreciated, but the response that came after the response said even more.
There are many people I've had the privilege to know who are extremely generous with their time, their talents and their goods. Funnily enough it has rarely happened that I even stop to consider the effect of the generosity I choose to share with those whose paths cross my own. Of course, there's no way for me to fully appreciate this impact except when others share with me their reactions and thoughts, but on the odd occasion, when this DOES occur, it can be extremely rewarding.
Oh, once it's complete, the shawl will be waiting for it's new owner to take it home.
Having fun
I wasn't going to stop. In fact, I was going to just return home after doing sme other errands, but in the end I turned around and found myself at the local HomeSense store.
I entered with a short list of three items I was looking for. When I'm shopping, I usually do one of two things: I go in with a list, and I come out with the items corresponding to that list; or (and this seems to be happening more often these days), I go in with a list, come out with (most of) the items on that list, and a whole lot of other things that seem to magically have found their way into my shopping cart. To be sure, I try my best not to let this happen too often, but every now and then, it helps to have some fun while doing the stuff I have to do.
To make a long story short, I managed to get everything I started out looking for ... plus a bunch of other stuff that I had no idea I was even looking for, but that looks absolutely wonderful in the space that's been recently renovated.
Sometimes the moments we remember most, enjoy the most, and even the ones that mark our lives occur totally out of the blue. These are the moments that should be cherished.
I entered with a short list of three items I was looking for. When I'm shopping, I usually do one of two things: I go in with a list, and I come out with the items corresponding to that list; or (and this seems to be happening more often these days), I go in with a list, come out with (most of) the items on that list, and a whole lot of other things that seem to magically have found their way into my shopping cart. To be sure, I try my best not to let this happen too often, but every now and then, it helps to have some fun while doing the stuff I have to do.
To make a long story short, I managed to get everything I started out looking for ... plus a bunch of other stuff that I had no idea I was even looking for, but that looks absolutely wonderful in the space that's been recently renovated.
Sometimes the moments we remember most, enjoy the most, and even the ones that mark our lives occur totally out of the blue. These are the moments that should be cherished.
Two places at once
This morning, I celebrated a funeral. I didn't know this person other than the details I had received in the days leading up to his funeral, so in some ways this was a difficult moment to live. At the same time though, I knew somehow that this moment was more for the benefit of his family and friends, who had to come to terms with the fact that goodbyes were in order.
This morning, there was a second funeral celebrated, in a neighbouring parish, for another lady who I did know. Over the past couple of years, I've crossed paths with her on a number of occasions, and watched from a bit of a distance as she's become more and more frail, depending on others to do more and more for her.
Where once she was vibrant and an integral part of so many levels of society, she became more and more of a recluse, isolated by her suffering, the limitations imposed by necessary medical treatments, and advancing years. Even a couple of weeks prior to her death, as I visited with her in hospital, she greeted me warmly and filled me in on all her comings and goings with the same fervor I had always known.
For at least these two families, today was a day of letting go, and of new beginnings. How will they welcome this opportunity? Will they recognize the blessings they have known, and the graces which accompany them? Do we stop every now and then to recognize the fact that the painful moments in life are often doors which open to blessings that await us?
This morning, there was a second funeral celebrated, in a neighbouring parish, for another lady who I did know. Over the past couple of years, I've crossed paths with her on a number of occasions, and watched from a bit of a distance as she's become more and more frail, depending on others to do more and more for her.
Where once she was vibrant and an integral part of so many levels of society, she became more and more of a recluse, isolated by her suffering, the limitations imposed by necessary medical treatments, and advancing years. Even a couple of weeks prior to her death, as I visited with her in hospital, she greeted me warmly and filled me in on all her comings and goings with the same fervor I had always known.
For at least these two families, today was a day of letting go, and of new beginnings. How will they welcome this opportunity? Will they recognize the blessings they have known, and the graces which accompany them? Do we stop every now and then to recognize the fact that the painful moments in life are often doors which open to blessings that await us?
Monday, July 13, 2009
What's old is new
It's hard to believe that I've known them for more than 10 years.
I first met them in 1998 when I was in Sault Ste. Marie. During the more than two years that I spent walking the path with them and with other pilgims of the Way, I was given the privilege of spending time with them, of sharing some truly precious moments with them, and of finding the gift of true friendship and support.
More than a decade later, I rarely have occasion to see them now, but thanks to the provindential intervention they had with one of my confreres, I had a rare opportunity to spend some time with them today, and to catch up with all that has happened over these past months.
Their children have grown into wonderful teenagers, filled with the wonder, adventure and inquisitiveness of teenagers, but retaining all of the deep-seated love that binds them together, and keeps them close to their parents.
Today, we joyfully shared one another's adventures and misadventures, including pictorals and stories about extended families. We also shared the precious warmth of friendship we share with our now mutual companion and his compatriots.
As the day unfolded, I couldn't help wondering whether this was not what it was like for the disciples to spend time with one another after their forays into various parts of the known and unknown world, sharing stories about their travels, their struggles and their successes. Travel along the way continues even today, and it helps every now and then to be able to touch base, to share the joy of being disciples of the One who has called us all to live in His love.
I first met them in 1998 when I was in Sault Ste. Marie. During the more than two years that I spent walking the path with them and with other pilgims of the Way, I was given the privilege of spending time with them, of sharing some truly precious moments with them, and of finding the gift of true friendship and support.
More than a decade later, I rarely have occasion to see them now, but thanks to the provindential intervention they had with one of my confreres, I had a rare opportunity to spend some time with them today, and to catch up with all that has happened over these past months.
Their children have grown into wonderful teenagers, filled with the wonder, adventure and inquisitiveness of teenagers, but retaining all of the deep-seated love that binds them together, and keeps them close to their parents.
Today, we joyfully shared one another's adventures and misadventures, including pictorals and stories about extended families. We also shared the precious warmth of friendship we share with our now mutual companion and his compatriots.
As the day unfolded, I couldn't help wondering whether this was not what it was like for the disciples to spend time with one another after their forays into various parts of the known and unknown world, sharing stories about their travels, their struggles and their successes. Travel along the way continues even today, and it helps every now and then to be able to touch base, to share the joy of being disciples of the One who has called us all to live in His love.
Hitting the pavement
Priscilla's persuits have moved on to Rome. Earlier today, she ran in the Golden Gala and dove toward the finish line.
Diving for the finish line is nothing new for competitors in 100m Hurdles, but something appears to have happened after she cleared the last hurdle; she either tripped or misstepped, and fell across the finish line.
According to the IAAF, Priscilla holds the record this year for the fastest time in the 100m Hurdles, a record she set in Doha on May 8, of this year.
Diving for the finish line is nothing new for competitors in 100m Hurdles, but something appears to have happened after she cleared the last hurdle; she either tripped or misstepped, and fell across the finish line.
According to the IAAF, Priscilla holds the record this year for the fastest time in the 100m Hurdles, a record she set in Doha on May 8, of this year.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Friends near and far
The tenth anniversary celebrations today for Sam were indeed a marvellous success. Among the invited guests, His Excellency, Noel Simard, Auxiliary Bishop of Sault Ste. Marie, who presided at the Mass, and a number of priests from parishes throughout the city.
During the Mass, the Bishop spoke eloquently about the value of priests in today's society, and payed particular attention to the fact that this anniversary is being observed during the Year for Priests, declared by the Holy Father last month. He encouraged people to pray for priests, who must strive always to be friends of Christ, so that they may know how to point the way to Him by their words and actions.
At the conclusion of the Mass, at the request of the guest of honour, there were a series of photographs taken: of the clergy present, of the parishioners from the two parishes where he is currently serving, of friends from other parishes who were in attendance, and of other invited guests.
During the meal that followed, some of the gathered guests asked questions about two other individuals who arrived only in time for the meal. They wanted to know if these were his brothers (ie blood brothers), since they were dressed in traditional Nigerian attire. The answer he gave: 'they are priests from my diocese of birth, and if it were not for them, I would not be here celebrating with you tonight.'
As souveniers of this celebration, each guest present (there were more than 200 in attendance for the meal, and even more who were present for the Mass but who could not stay for the party afterward) received a prayer card, and an admotion to 'pray for me, and know that I pray for you'.
Friends near and far will return to their respective places in the morning, but for now, we give thanks for the opportunity to celebrate the life and ministry of one who lives among us, who serves with a generous heart and who loves as the Master calls all shepherds to love.
During the Mass, the Bishop spoke eloquently about the value of priests in today's society, and payed particular attention to the fact that this anniversary is being observed during the Year for Priests, declared by the Holy Father last month. He encouraged people to pray for priests, who must strive always to be friends of Christ, so that they may know how to point the way to Him by their words and actions.
At the conclusion of the Mass, at the request of the guest of honour, there were a series of photographs taken: of the clergy present, of the parishioners from the two parishes where he is currently serving, of friends from other parishes who were in attendance, and of other invited guests.
During the meal that followed, some of the gathered guests asked questions about two other individuals who arrived only in time for the meal. They wanted to know if these were his brothers (ie blood brothers), since they were dressed in traditional Nigerian attire. The answer he gave: 'they are priests from my diocese of birth, and if it were not for them, I would not be here celebrating with you tonight.'
As souveniers of this celebration, each guest present (there were more than 200 in attendance for the meal, and even more who were present for the Mass but who could not stay for the party afterward) received a prayer card, and an admotion to 'pray for me, and know that I pray for you'.
Friends near and far will return to their respective places in the morning, but for now, we give thanks for the opportunity to celebrate the life and ministry of one who lives among us, who serves with a generous heart and who loves as the Master calls all shepherds to love.
Ten years ... and counting
The date was July 11, 1999. The place was the Archdiocese of l'Aquila (Italy).
Samuel Ukeje, born in the diocese of Awka (Nigeria) was ordained a priest that day, for service in the Italian diocese, far from his homeland. Little did he dream on that day that he would find his way alomst half way around the world within ten years, but today he is serving as pastor of two parishes in the Diocese of Sault Ste. Marie in Canada.
Like any major milestone, it is fitting that such an anniversary should be celebrated in a fitting manner. It is fitting then that Sam will celebrate with other brother priests today, celebrating a special Mass of Thanksgiving. In his own words, this is a time for giving thanks to God who has called him to serve in His name.
Sam didn't want any fuss made over this day, but the people who he is presently serving wouldn't hear of it. This is one little way that they can repay him for all the good that he does every day, and a gesture of love that they can express to him in return for the love and generosity with which he gives of himself in service to them.
For some, it's much easier to give than to receive, but it's right that we should give others a chance to celebrate milestones. Tonight, after the Mass of Thanksgiving, there will be a supper to celebrate Father Sam's ten years of service. Many will gather to pray with him, to celebrate with him and to thank God for the gift he is to the people he serves.
Padre Samuele. Grazie per la tua presenza fra di noi. Rendiamo grazie a Dio per tutti che fa di te e per tutti che avvremo ricevutto da Lui.
Ad moltos annos!
Samuel Ukeje, born in the diocese of Awka (Nigeria) was ordained a priest that day, for service in the Italian diocese, far from his homeland. Little did he dream on that day that he would find his way alomst half way around the world within ten years, but today he is serving as pastor of two parishes in the Diocese of Sault Ste. Marie in Canada.
Like any major milestone, it is fitting that such an anniversary should be celebrated in a fitting manner. It is fitting then that Sam will celebrate with other brother priests today, celebrating a special Mass of Thanksgiving. In his own words, this is a time for giving thanks to God who has called him to serve in His name.
Sam didn't want any fuss made over this day, but the people who he is presently serving wouldn't hear of it. This is one little way that they can repay him for all the good that he does every day, and a gesture of love that they can express to him in return for the love and generosity with which he gives of himself in service to them.
For some, it's much easier to give than to receive, but it's right that we should give others a chance to celebrate milestones. Tonight, after the Mass of Thanksgiving, there will be a supper to celebrate Father Sam's ten years of service. Many will gather to pray with him, to celebrate with him and to thank God for the gift he is to the people he serves.
Padre Samuele. Grazie per la tua presenza fra di noi. Rendiamo grazie a Dio per tutti che fa di te e per tutti che avvremo ricevutto da Lui.
Ad moltos annos!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Who'se life will you touch?
A knock at the door summoned me to a chance encounter today (if you believe in such things).
The person waiting was holding a brown scapular, and although she wasn't sure what it was, she knew what she wanted me to do with it. Her nephew is scheduled to leave with the Canadian Forces on Monday for Afghanistan and she wants to present this to him before he goes.
The brown scapular is a tangible sign of the presence of others who pray, in this case for the safety of the one who is called into combat, and for his or her safe return. This scapular has existed for many centuries in the traditon of the Church, as an accepted sign of love for the Blessed Virgin Mary, of the trust her children have in her, and of our commitment to live like her.
In a world where many seem to be neglecting the traditions of the Church in favor of modern-day conveniences like television, movies and other forms of entertainment, a gesture of trust and love for the Virgin is itself a sign that faith continues, that we do indeed need these symbols to remind us of the simple truth of God's abiding love and protection for us all.
The person waiting was holding a brown scapular, and although she wasn't sure what it was, she knew what she wanted me to do with it. Her nephew is scheduled to leave with the Canadian Forces on Monday for Afghanistan and she wants to present this to him before he goes.
The brown scapular is a tangible sign of the presence of others who pray, in this case for the safety of the one who is called into combat, and for his or her safe return. This scapular has existed for many centuries in the traditon of the Church, as an accepted sign of love for the Blessed Virgin Mary, of the trust her children have in her, and of our commitment to live like her.
In a world where many seem to be neglecting the traditions of the Church in favor of modern-day conveniences like television, movies and other forms of entertainment, a gesture of trust and love for the Virgin is itself a sign that faith continues, that we do indeed need these symbols to remind us of the simple truth of God's abiding love and protection for us all.
Do you ...?
There was a wedding today.
There are lots of weddings in this parish of late. I usually like to do the rehersals the night before, so that I get a chance to meet other members of the families, but invariably as I wait for the beginning of the wedding itself, there's a bit of anxiety because the society we live in doesn't seem to have too much regard for time, especially when it comes to weddings.
True to form, we started late today too, but as family members were running around prior to the commencement of the Nuptial Mass, I came to understand that the groom's parents are all musicians, so they were concerned about getting the sound system set up just right, and that the soloist is a teacher who has also been entrusted with pastoral responsibilities in the school where she works.
As it turns out, I had no need to worry, because these were all people of faith, accustomed to the rythm of the liturgy. The anxieties I had beforehand were more of my own making than of their conivance, and given the fact that there's an entire hour (and a bit more) between the end of the wedding and the next commitment here, perhaps there was a lesson here to be learned about not getting too uptight about the ways in which I am called to be stretched because of the human element that is oh so present in the work I do ... within limits of course.
There are lots of weddings in this parish of late. I usually like to do the rehersals the night before, so that I get a chance to meet other members of the families, but invariably as I wait for the beginning of the wedding itself, there's a bit of anxiety because the society we live in doesn't seem to have too much regard for time, especially when it comes to weddings.
True to form, we started late today too, but as family members were running around prior to the commencement of the Nuptial Mass, I came to understand that the groom's parents are all musicians, so they were concerned about getting the sound system set up just right, and that the soloist is a teacher who has also been entrusted with pastoral responsibilities in the school where she works.
As it turns out, I had no need to worry, because these were all people of faith, accustomed to the rythm of the liturgy. The anxieties I had beforehand were more of my own making than of their conivance, and given the fact that there's an entire hour (and a bit more) between the end of the wedding and the next commitment here, perhaps there was a lesson here to be learned about not getting too uptight about the ways in which I am called to be stretched because of the human element that is oh so present in the work I do ... within limits of course.
Transitions
There are some moments in life that just seem to catch us off guard, unexpected, even though we may know that they're coming.
For some time now, there has been talk about the fact that the Bishop of Charlottetown had tendered his resignation, even though he had not reached the canonical age of retirement (see Canon 401, 2). Recently interviewed by media, His Excellency, Vernon Fougere denied any plan to retire, but this morning, the Holy Father accepted his resignation and appointed a new bishop for Charlottetown in the person of His Excellency, Richard Grecco, until now auxiliary bishop of Toronto.
Among his other duties, Bishop Grecco has also been acting as one of the liaison bishops who work closely with the National Federation of Presbyteral Councils, a group made up of priests from across the country, who work toward promoting the health of life and minstry of priests in this country.
Bishop Grecco's presence, his enthusiasm and his wisdom have been gifts to all those with whom he works, and will be missed, however, we give thanks for all he has shared with us, for all that he has been with us and for all that has been accomplished through his ministry.
May his time of transition be enriched with many blessings, and may the people he is now called to serve continue to sustain him with their love and support.
For some time now, there has been talk about the fact that the Bishop of Charlottetown had tendered his resignation, even though he had not reached the canonical age of retirement (see Canon 401, 2). Recently interviewed by media, His Excellency, Vernon Fougere denied any plan to retire, but this morning, the Holy Father accepted his resignation and appointed a new bishop for Charlottetown in the person of His Excellency, Richard Grecco, until now auxiliary bishop of Toronto.
Among his other duties, Bishop Grecco has also been acting as one of the liaison bishops who work closely with the National Federation of Presbyteral Councils, a group made up of priests from across the country, who work toward promoting the health of life and minstry of priests in this country.
Bishop Grecco's presence, his enthusiasm and his wisdom have been gifts to all those with whom he works, and will be missed, however, we give thanks for all he has shared with us, for all that he has been with us and for all that has been accomplished through his ministry.
May his time of transition be enriched with many blessings, and may the people he is now called to serve continue to sustain him with their love and support.
Friday, July 10, 2009
At last
The birth of a child is (usually) an exciting affair. There are many things that need to be made ready so that when the child arrives, he or she can be welcomed. Not least among these 'things' are the hearts of the parents.
What happens though when a couple cannot conceive, when they are physically incapable of giving birth? One option is to approach a number of adoption agencies and to engage in the process of legally adopting a child who would not otherwise have parents to care for it or to love it.
Add another rinkle: in recent years, I've heard more and more about couples who are adopting children from overseas. In this part of the world, such adoptions often come from places like China, Korea and other parts of the orient, where the well established practice leaves many thousands of newborns to perish, either because of the poverty of their birth parents, or because of cultural norms.
This morning, I received a picture in the mail from friends who have been waiting (I believe) for almost two years for word about their little child. Finally, just a few weeks ago, they got the green light, and are now making final plans for travel to China where they will meet their new treasure for the very first time.
Excitement about this meeting radiates from the page even as it's removed from the envelope, and the smiling face of the little one (who will celebrate her second birthday after her arrival at home in Canada) greets the onlooker. Even before she arrives, I know that her new parents are already preparing her place, and that all her extended family is overjoyed at the prospect of meeting her, loving her, and helping her to become all that she can be.
What happens though when a couple cannot conceive, when they are physically incapable of giving birth? One option is to approach a number of adoption agencies and to engage in the process of legally adopting a child who would not otherwise have parents to care for it or to love it.
Add another rinkle: in recent years, I've heard more and more about couples who are adopting children from overseas. In this part of the world, such adoptions often come from places like China, Korea and other parts of the orient, where the well established practice leaves many thousands of newborns to perish, either because of the poverty of their birth parents, or because of cultural norms.
This morning, I received a picture in the mail from friends who have been waiting (I believe) for almost two years for word about their little child. Finally, just a few weeks ago, they got the green light, and are now making final plans for travel to China where they will meet their new treasure for the very first time.
Excitement about this meeting radiates from the page even as it's removed from the envelope, and the smiling face of the little one (who will celebrate her second birthday after her arrival at home in Canada) greets the onlooker. Even before she arrives, I know that her new parents are already preparing her place, and that all her extended family is overjoyed at the prospect of meeting her, loving her, and helping her to become all that she can be.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Remembering Bill
It was eleven years ago that I first met Bill.
He's spent most of his life on the same farm, milking and feeding the cows every day of life, twice a day. During my first visit with Bill and his family, he took great pride in dressing me up in overalls and Wellys so that I could milk the cows (thankfully using milking machines). Bill had lots of simple wisdom, which he freely shared with anyone who was interested enough to ask about.
'The cows can teach us lots,' he would say, 'if only we pay attention to them. They will tell us when they need to be milked, and we'd better be there to milk them if we know what's good for us'.
Bill's farm is located on the North Island of New Zealand, and for many years, he oversaw the running of an industry that was responsible for up to 350 head of dairy cattle at a time. He was an expert at all things bovine (well, the dairy variety anyway), even though he was also a very quiet person who preferred to be walking the paddocks and watching his beloved cows well on into his retirement.
Some ten years ago or so, he sold the dairy farm, but chose to remain literally on the property. Last July, I had another occasion to visit with him and some of his family. Even though it was a decade since I had seen him, it was like coming home. He took great pride in welcoming my companion and me to his home, showing us around the property and quizzing us about the finer points of Aryshyres and Holsteins.
Just last week, I received news from Nola (Bill's wife) that Bill had been taken to hospital, suffering from the shortness of breath that had plagued him for so many years, and earlier this week, she wrote again to tell us that his struggle with earthly mortality had finally come to an end.
There is great sadness for those who have known and loved Bill. In his gentle way, he has influenced untold numbers of young people, his family not among the least of them. He never let his physical sufferings interfere with his will to live, and to spend time with his beloved animals, his wife, children and grandchildren.
From one part of the world to the other side of the globe, I feel strangely united with Bill and his family in these days when some are making their way down under from various points near and far so that they can celebrate his life, and bring comfort and consolation to those who are mourning. For my part, I can assure them simply of my prayer, asking the One who gave him life, to keep him safe and to reward him for all his goodness.
Rest in peace my friend.
He's spent most of his life on the same farm, milking and feeding the cows every day of life, twice a day. During my first visit with Bill and his family, he took great pride in dressing me up in overalls and Wellys so that I could milk the cows (thankfully using milking machines). Bill had lots of simple wisdom, which he freely shared with anyone who was interested enough to ask about.
'The cows can teach us lots,' he would say, 'if only we pay attention to them. They will tell us when they need to be milked, and we'd better be there to milk them if we know what's good for us'.
Bill's farm is located on the North Island of New Zealand, and for many years, he oversaw the running of an industry that was responsible for up to 350 head of dairy cattle at a time. He was an expert at all things bovine (well, the dairy variety anyway), even though he was also a very quiet person who preferred to be walking the paddocks and watching his beloved cows well on into his retirement.
Some ten years ago or so, he sold the dairy farm, but chose to remain literally on the property. Last July, I had another occasion to visit with him and some of his family. Even though it was a decade since I had seen him, it was like coming home. He took great pride in welcoming my companion and me to his home, showing us around the property and quizzing us about the finer points of Aryshyres and Holsteins.
Just last week, I received news from Nola (Bill's wife) that Bill had been taken to hospital, suffering from the shortness of breath that had plagued him for so many years, and earlier this week, she wrote again to tell us that his struggle with earthly mortality had finally come to an end.
There is great sadness for those who have known and loved Bill. In his gentle way, he has influenced untold numbers of young people, his family not among the least of them. He never let his physical sufferings interfere with his will to live, and to spend time with his beloved animals, his wife, children and grandchildren.
From one part of the world to the other side of the globe, I feel strangely united with Bill and his family in these days when some are making their way down under from various points near and far so that they can celebrate his life, and bring comfort and consolation to those who are mourning. For my part, I can assure them simply of my prayer, asking the One who gave him life, to keep him safe and to reward him for all his goodness.
Rest in peace my friend.
What to pack
For some years now, I've been privileged to be part of the World Youth Day celebrations in various parts of the world. There are a number of lessons to be learned for participants and organizers alike who particpate in this extravaganza that occurs every three or four years.
During the 2005 WYD, following the closing Mass, I was on my way back to the lodgings to meet up with the rest of the group. My original intentions for this part of the journey were to walk along with another companion, but thanks to the crowd (which numbered approximately 400,000) I was soon separated from him, and found myself alone in a sea of humanity.
I had no choice: I had to continue on the journey, making my way against a flood of people. As I moved from one path to another, I met some pretty interesting people. Languages changed depending on which group I met (thank goodness for national flags which were my indicators of which language they might most easily understand), but none of the groups could tell me whether I was on the right road.
Eventually, this journey became one of prayer as I realized that I would just have to trust that I'd end up in the right place. By the time the journey was complete, the straps attached to the knapsack that was on my back had broken, my feet were blistered and I was parched because my water supply had run dry. It was as though all earthly comforts were slowly being stripped away until I was left with only the journey to contend with.
Since that time, I have learned a valuable lesson about minimizing the baggage that I carry when I travel. There's a physical practicality to that, but there's also a deeper spiritual lesson to be learned: why is it that we often carry around so much emotional and spiritual baggage in life? Walking this journey would be a whole lot easier if we could jetison all the burdens that we cling to.
Perhaps it's time to recognize the stuff that we can let go of, and give thanks for those who call us to leave the past behind, heading instead for new horizons, new adventures, and new possibilities.
Oh, and pack lightly while we're at it.
During the 2005 WYD, following the closing Mass, I was on my way back to the lodgings to meet up with the rest of the group. My original intentions for this part of the journey were to walk along with another companion, but thanks to the crowd (which numbered approximately 400,000) I was soon separated from him, and found myself alone in a sea of humanity.
I had no choice: I had to continue on the journey, making my way against a flood of people. As I moved from one path to another, I met some pretty interesting people. Languages changed depending on which group I met (thank goodness for national flags which were my indicators of which language they might most easily understand), but none of the groups could tell me whether I was on the right road.
Eventually, this journey became one of prayer as I realized that I would just have to trust that I'd end up in the right place. By the time the journey was complete, the straps attached to the knapsack that was on my back had broken, my feet were blistered and I was parched because my water supply had run dry. It was as though all earthly comforts were slowly being stripped away until I was left with only the journey to contend with.
Since that time, I have learned a valuable lesson about minimizing the baggage that I carry when I travel. There's a physical practicality to that, but there's also a deeper spiritual lesson to be learned: why is it that we often carry around so much emotional and spiritual baggage in life? Walking this journey would be a whole lot easier if we could jetison all the burdens that we cling to.
Perhaps it's time to recognize the stuff that we can let go of, and give thanks for those who call us to leave the past behind, heading instead for new horizons, new adventures, and new possibilities.
Oh, and pack lightly while we're at it.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Something worthwhile
She knocked at the door yesterday morning. I mean 'knocked'. She didn't ring the doorbell; she opened the screen door and knocked at the door. This was such a strange sound that I went to the door to see exactly what was happening. Not many people knock at the door these days (at least not these doors). That's what the door bell is there for.
It was just after 8:30 am, and she wanted to know how she would go about making arrangements for her children to be baptised.
God appears in all kinds of ways, and sometimes we have the eyes to see what's really going on. We get all kinds of people coming to our doors. Most of them are looking for attention, but on the odd occasion you meet one who sincerely is looking for help. She stayed long enough to fill out some registration forms and to ask some more questions of the secretary. After she left, I found out that the questions she wanted to ask were a bit deeper than just taking care of her kids.
What does it take to come knocking at the door of a place such as this? It helps every now and then to put myself in the shoes of those who come searching. Only then can I even begin to fathom the questions that preoccupy some people's hearts, the worry and concern that they might be rejected rather than accepted. What courage it must take to knock at the door.
This is a lesson that people on the other side of the door need to learn too. How do we welcome those who come seeking? Do we make things easy for those who are already uncomfortable, or do we heap up other challenges on their shoulders?
Meeting strangers and risking the possibility of listening to their stories is risky business at times, but it is the starting point that might just introduce us to the ones in need who have struggled for who knows how long with the guilt of their situations. When we realize that none of us in truly in charge of the encounters that happen, perhaps we will begin to understand that sometimes the strangers knocking at our doors are the ones who end up teaching the most valuable lessons.
It was just after 8:30 am, and she wanted to know how she would go about making arrangements for her children to be baptised.
God appears in all kinds of ways, and sometimes we have the eyes to see what's really going on. We get all kinds of people coming to our doors. Most of them are looking for attention, but on the odd occasion you meet one who sincerely is looking for help. She stayed long enough to fill out some registration forms and to ask some more questions of the secretary. After she left, I found out that the questions she wanted to ask were a bit deeper than just taking care of her kids.
What does it take to come knocking at the door of a place such as this? It helps every now and then to put myself in the shoes of those who come searching. Only then can I even begin to fathom the questions that preoccupy some people's hearts, the worry and concern that they might be rejected rather than accepted. What courage it must take to knock at the door.
This is a lesson that people on the other side of the door need to learn too. How do we welcome those who come seeking? Do we make things easy for those who are already uncomfortable, or do we heap up other challenges on their shoulders?
Meeting strangers and risking the possibility of listening to their stories is risky business at times, but it is the starting point that might just introduce us to the ones in need who have struggled for who knows how long with the guilt of their situations. When we realize that none of us in truly in charge of the encounters that happen, perhaps we will begin to understand that sometimes the strangers knocking at our doors are the ones who end up teaching the most valuable lessons.
Touring
Fresh from her competitions at the Festival of Excellence (June 11) and the Canadian National Track and Field Championships (June 25-28), Priscilla is off and running again.
It was only days after she completed the competitions at Varsity Stadium in Toronto that she took to the skies again, this time headed for the Exxon Mobil Bislett Games in Oslo, Norway (July 3) and then on to the Athletissima, otherwise known as the Lausanne Super Grand Prix. To see Priscilla's race, advance the play bar to the 1h37min mark.
Yesterday was the big day in Lausanne and she managed once again to place third in a competition filled with familiar faces that those of us who have been following her Track career are only too familar with.
Next stops before she returns to North America include the Golden Gala in Rome (July 10) and then a brief stop in Vardinoviannia, Rethymno (Greece).
Go Priscilla Go!
It was only days after she completed the competitions at Varsity Stadium in Toronto that she took to the skies again, this time headed for the Exxon Mobil Bislett Games in Oslo, Norway (July 3) and then on to the Athletissima, otherwise known as the Lausanne Super Grand Prix. To see Priscilla's race, advance the play bar to the 1h37min mark.
Yesterday was the big day in Lausanne and she managed once again to place third in a competition filled with familiar faces that those of us who have been following her Track career are only too familar with.
Next stops before she returns to North America include the Golden Gala in Rome (July 10) and then a brief stop in Vardinoviannia, Rethymno (Greece).
Go Priscilla Go!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Just for fun
When I first began my tenure here, some three years ago now, lots of people stopped to wonder and question. It had been quite some time since the pastor of this establishment was as young as I, and with youth comes a wealth of ideas, and the odd occasion for just being.
A few months after my arrival, once I had had a moment or two to begin appreciating how many people volunteer their time in various ways to help this parish be all that it is, I decided to throw a party. Even as I suggested the possibility of having a celebration to thank the volunteers, I was met with a certain quisical look, perhaps a disbelief that I might want to just say hi and thanks.
The day of the party arrived, people came through the door in droves. Everyone was asked to wear a name tag (so that I could identify them, and as it turns out, so that they could identify each other). My intention was just that we would take some time to enjoy one another's company, but there was a bit of expectation in the air, and finally one person was brave enough to voice it. 'We're all waiting to see what you want,' was the gentle prod. When I responded, 'Nothing, other than for us to meet one another and to enjoy and evening together, there was almost an audible release of breath.
We're three years into this odessy, and still I think that some people are wondering what it's all about. I invited a group of five parishioners to dinner tonight. I've not mentioned a thing about work, although they are used to only being convoked for formal meetings. I suppose it was natural then that one of them should ask about the items for the agenda.
My answer, 'Come for dinner. We may end up giving you some updates about some projects, but otherwise, I just want to say thanks,' was met with the same edge of disbelief that I remember hearing so many years ago.
Sometimes I wonder whether God must get exasperated with us when we keep asking where the catch is. Can we not believe for a moment that He invites us to a banquet just because we're loved, that every now and then it might actually be good to spend some time having fun together, without a hidden agenda?
If we could learn this lesson, perhaps life would be just that much more enjoyable, and we might actually get it.
A few months after my arrival, once I had had a moment or two to begin appreciating how many people volunteer their time in various ways to help this parish be all that it is, I decided to throw a party. Even as I suggested the possibility of having a celebration to thank the volunteers, I was met with a certain quisical look, perhaps a disbelief that I might want to just say hi and thanks.
The day of the party arrived, people came through the door in droves. Everyone was asked to wear a name tag (so that I could identify them, and as it turns out, so that they could identify each other). My intention was just that we would take some time to enjoy one another's company, but there was a bit of expectation in the air, and finally one person was brave enough to voice it. 'We're all waiting to see what you want,' was the gentle prod. When I responded, 'Nothing, other than for us to meet one another and to enjoy and evening together, there was almost an audible release of breath.
We're three years into this odessy, and still I think that some people are wondering what it's all about. I invited a group of five parishioners to dinner tonight. I've not mentioned a thing about work, although they are used to only being convoked for formal meetings. I suppose it was natural then that one of them should ask about the items for the agenda.
My answer, 'Come for dinner. We may end up giving you some updates about some projects, but otherwise, I just want to say thanks,' was met with the same edge of disbelief that I remember hearing so many years ago.
Sometimes I wonder whether God must get exasperated with us when we keep asking where the catch is. Can we not believe for a moment that He invites us to a banquet just because we're loved, that every now and then it might actually be good to spend some time having fun together, without a hidden agenda?
If we could learn this lesson, perhaps life would be just that much more enjoyable, and we might actually get it.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
A rare gift
As families grow, siblings and parents often find themselves geographically scattered and seldom finding time to spend time together, with the exception of major life-changing moments like baptisms, weddings and funerals.
The celebration, the reason for this gathering took place yesterday, and yes we did enjoy every moment of fun-filled laughter and celebration. As this day dawned, I took a moment to look out over the living room floor which had been transformed into a kind of tent city, made up of air matresses and sleeping people. Images and reminders of other times when we were much younger popped into my head. Family would visit at our home, and if there was a shortage of actual beds, we would create them with sleeping bags, sponges and yes even an air matress or two. There's something to be said about the fact that when people who really love one another gather, space doesn't matter. There's always room at the table for another chair, there's always room for another person to spend the night, and there's always the understanding that when the morning comes, someone will take care of breakfast.
Today ended up being a bonus - an extra gift that is so rare that it must be cherished. We started out with a schmorgasbord of dishes for breakfast - something for everyone, and yes everyone found a place at the seemingly endless table. The rest of the day was a wonderful mixture of Wimbledon tennis, boat rides, swimming, and other variations of relaxing. You know you've spent a good day with wonderful people when at the end of the day you don't want it ever to end.
Even after most of the crowd had departed, those who remained still found time to enjoy interacting, laughter, conversation and just the right amount of banter. Now, if I can remember how the coffee percolator works, tomorrow might just begin another adventure.
The celebration, the reason for this gathering took place yesterday, and yes we did enjoy every moment of fun-filled laughter and celebration. As this day dawned, I took a moment to look out over the living room floor which had been transformed into a kind of tent city, made up of air matresses and sleeping people. Images and reminders of other times when we were much younger popped into my head. Family would visit at our home, and if there was a shortage of actual beds, we would create them with sleeping bags, sponges and yes even an air matress or two. There's something to be said about the fact that when people who really love one another gather, space doesn't matter. There's always room at the table for another chair, there's always room for another person to spend the night, and there's always the understanding that when the morning comes, someone will take care of breakfast.
Today ended up being a bonus - an extra gift that is so rare that it must be cherished. We started out with a schmorgasbord of dishes for breakfast - something for everyone, and yes everyone found a place at the seemingly endless table. The rest of the day was a wonderful mixture of Wimbledon tennis, boat rides, swimming, and other variations of relaxing. You know you've spent a good day with wonderful people when at the end of the day you don't want it ever to end.
Even after most of the crowd had departed, those who remained still found time to enjoy interacting, laughter, conversation and just the right amount of banter. Now, if I can remember how the coffee percolator works, tomorrow might just begin another adventure.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Reflections after the party
It wasn't as frantic as it has been at other times when we have family get-togethers. Actually it really seemed as though we actually had things well in hand. A lot of this was thanks to good planning and lots of hands to help setting up the furniture, putting cushions out on the patio and around the pool, and arranging all the food, including making room for all the dishes that arrived throughout the day.
The 'guests' began to arrive shortly before noon, each bringing with him or her a piece of the story that has been celebrated over the past 45 years. Many of these tidbits are well known to family members, and the result is that we greet each other with warmth and enthusiasm whenever we have the opportunity to see each other.
As the day wore on, there were some who congregated at various locations throughout the property to chat, to catch up with one another, and to explore. We shared a wonderful meal, and fetted the guests of honor. We even found time to celebrate a birthday or two, of course in the appropriate manner.
After all the gifts had been exchanged, the festivities had been enjoyed, and people began to drift away from this moment and into the next, it's now time to give thanks for the occasion that this day has been. In today's society, I wonder how many times an occasion such as this presents itself. Forty-five years of marriage? A family that actually can celebrate together with joy and not be divided by competition, jealosy or rift? Friends, some of which we've known for more decades than I can count, who are willing to travel for one, two or three hours just to be present for a few hours so they can partake in the celebration?
All of this is very good.
The 'guests' began to arrive shortly before noon, each bringing with him or her a piece of the story that has been celebrated over the past 45 years. Many of these tidbits are well known to family members, and the result is that we greet each other with warmth and enthusiasm whenever we have the opportunity to see each other.
As the day wore on, there were some who congregated at various locations throughout the property to chat, to catch up with one another, and to explore. We shared a wonderful meal, and fetted the guests of honor. We even found time to celebrate a birthday or two, of course in the appropriate manner.
After all the gifts had been exchanged, the festivities had been enjoyed, and people began to drift away from this moment and into the next, it's now time to give thanks for the occasion that this day has been. In today's society, I wonder how many times an occasion such as this presents itself. Forty-five years of marriage? A family that actually can celebrate together with joy and not be divided by competition, jealosy or rift? Friends, some of which we've known for more decades than I can count, who are willing to travel for one, two or three hours just to be present for a few hours so they can partake in the celebration?
All of this is very good.
Celebrating 45
Today they're 45 - years married that is.
The day is still very young. People are beginning to stir and morning routines are showing signs of life. One of us is off for a run while others are sleepily sipping on caffine. Still others are still slumbering and perhaps dreaming of ... who knows what?
The day that lies ahead promises to be a busy one. We're expecting a whole lot of people to invade later on. Some of those who will join us were there on the day when the two guests of honour stood together to pronounce the vows that would unite them for the rest of their lives, others have joined the procession of life since.
Besides the bride and groom, the maid of honour who stood that day will be here to mark this occasion, and the flower girl ... along with others of their siblings, and of course the others who are part of the next generation, and the one after that.
On that day, just the other day, at this time of the morning, two people were getting ready for the nuptials which would be exchanged at 10:00 am. Were they nervous? Were they filled with wonder about what their lives would bring? Were they excited about the days, weeks, months and years that lay ahead? Could they have dreamed the possibilities that would unfold?
Today, we are here to celebrate their commitment and their faithfulness. Today we celebrate their successes and the fulfillment of their dreams, so far. We also look forward to a future yet unknown. Today, as on that first day of their lives together, we see the future as through a cloud, but we know that whatever comes, they will find a way to make their way through the struggles, to celebrate the successes, and to live life to the full, loving one another, and others tenderly, accepting the bumps and grinds that come along with the curves in the road, and trusting that all will be well.
The day is still very young. People are beginning to stir and morning routines are showing signs of life. One of us is off for a run while others are sleepily sipping on caffine. Still others are still slumbering and perhaps dreaming of ... who knows what?
The day that lies ahead promises to be a busy one. We're expecting a whole lot of people to invade later on. Some of those who will join us were there on the day when the two guests of honour stood together to pronounce the vows that would unite them for the rest of their lives, others have joined the procession of life since.
Besides the bride and groom, the maid of honour who stood that day will be here to mark this occasion, and the flower girl ... along with others of their siblings, and of course the others who are part of the next generation, and the one after that.
On that day, just the other day, at this time of the morning, two people were getting ready for the nuptials which would be exchanged at 10:00 am. Were they nervous? Were they filled with wonder about what their lives would bring? Were they excited about the days, weeks, months and years that lay ahead? Could they have dreamed the possibilities that would unfold?
Today, we are here to celebrate their commitment and their faithfulness. Today we celebrate their successes and the fulfillment of their dreams, so far. We also look forward to a future yet unknown. Today, as on that first day of their lives together, we see the future as through a cloud, but we know that whatever comes, they will find a way to make their way through the struggles, to celebrate the successes, and to live life to the full, loving one another, and others tenderly, accepting the bumps and grinds that come along with the curves in the road, and trusting that all will be well.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Relaxing
We've waited long enough it would seem, but finally the weather seems to be showing at least some signs of summer. That is of course if you can make allowances for a very cool, windy spring that had us wearing jackets and other manner of cover until the early part of June, and the rain and cloud cover that seems to dominate these days. In truth we have only had a few days of truly warm weather, but then again the power grid might be saved the stress of air conditioners and other summer comforts that could normally prove to be taxing at this time of year.
Other summertime rituals seem to be settling in during these past few days. Now that the elementary school classes are out for their annual two-month hiatus, it's time for enjoying backyards, BBQs and visiting leisurely with friends.
Whether it's sitting in the park, watching children at play in the waters of the neighbouring lake, or sipping on a favorite beverage, these are the days to be enjoyed, for they can disappear just as quickly as they have arrived this year, leaving in their wake the cold and chill of winter yet to come.
Other summertime rituals seem to be settling in during these past few days. Now that the elementary school classes are out for their annual two-month hiatus, it's time for enjoying backyards, BBQs and visiting leisurely with friends.
Whether it's sitting in the park, watching children at play in the waters of the neighbouring lake, or sipping on a favorite beverage, these are the days to be enjoyed, for they can disappear just as quickly as they have arrived this year, leaving in their wake the cold and chill of winter yet to come.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
After the party
Most Canadians can tell tales about at least one occasion when they trapsed off to the designated area in town where fireworks were being shot into the darkening sky at dusk on Canada Day. Personally, I remember many such occasions with family and friends, and even one such evening when I sat on a hillside overlooking the lake (the chosen location) and dictated observations to one of my companions about the families who were gathered with us to celebrate. Little did I know that my observations would be combined with a series of photos and become the workings of a watercolour original that would gain at least a bit of notoriety.
Now that the fireworks have all been packed away, and most if not all evidence of the parties that took place across the nation are being re-boxed for another year, my thoughts turn to yet another reason to be thankful for this particular time of year.
Three years ago yesterday, I found myself sitting in a new parish, having been named pastor and not having had the opportunity (yet) to meet any of the people who called this place home. I remember thinking to myself that that particular morning (it was a Saturday) was a strangely quiet day. Most Saturdays around here are on the quiet side. As I wondered what the days, weeks and months ahead would bring, I found myself thinking that I should be thankful for the silence, because this would not always be so.
As it turns out, I have experienced many of the comings and goings of this place over the past three years. There have been moments when I am convinced that I'm one of the proverbial rats on a treadmill that never seems to stop, and there have been moments when all things do indeed seem to come to a stop (and I wonder what to do with myself). There have been encounters with those who have enriched my life in ways that they will perhaps never understand, and with others who have challenged me to grow in ways that I would never have expected.
Enumerating the blessings is what this site is all about, and every time I try to make a list, I am surprised at how few items 'pop' immediately into my head, but how many people seem to fill my thoughts. Each of these has provided an occasion for me to touch the sacred and to evidence the holy that is often right before our eyes.
Now that the fireworks have all been packed away, and most if not all evidence of the parties that took place across the nation are being re-boxed for another year, my thoughts turn to yet another reason to be thankful for this particular time of year.
Three years ago yesterday, I found myself sitting in a new parish, having been named pastor and not having had the opportunity (yet) to meet any of the people who called this place home. I remember thinking to myself that that particular morning (it was a Saturday) was a strangely quiet day. Most Saturdays around here are on the quiet side. As I wondered what the days, weeks and months ahead would bring, I found myself thinking that I should be thankful for the silence, because this would not always be so.
As it turns out, I have experienced many of the comings and goings of this place over the past three years. There have been moments when I am convinced that I'm one of the proverbial rats on a treadmill that never seems to stop, and there have been moments when all things do indeed seem to come to a stop (and I wonder what to do with myself). There have been encounters with those who have enriched my life in ways that they will perhaps never understand, and with others who have challenged me to grow in ways that I would never have expected.
Enumerating the blessings is what this site is all about, and every time I try to make a list, I am surprised at how few items 'pop' immediately into my head, but how many people seem to fill my thoughts. Each of these has provided an occasion for me to touch the sacred and to evidence the holy that is often right before our eyes.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
142
Today, Canada celebrates her 142nd birthday.
It's a national holiday, and every retail business is closed. I've heard this day referred to as our National Day, or as Independence Day, or more precicely among Canadians ourselves as Canada Day. The activities of the day can be as varied as the people who celebrate it. Some are camping with family and friends, others are sitting around a pool in their backyards, while others may be puttering in their gardens and still others are still travelling to spend some time with their loved ones.
Whatever we do lots today or nothing at all, we should all take time to recognize the great gift we have been entrusted with. Canada is among the most prosperous countries in the world. We have a vast expanse of physical space, much of which we have perhaps not even seen, and we have many freedoms which often are taken for granted.
In the words of Calixa Lavallée, we should always be proud to stand on guard for this country which we claim either as the place of our birth, or that of our adoption. Whereever you are today, whoever you are surrounded with, celebrate Canada Day well, watch some fireworks if you can, and give thanks for the blessings we enjoy.
Happy Birthday Canada!
It's a national holiday, and every retail business is closed. I've heard this day referred to as our National Day, or as Independence Day, or more precicely among Canadians ourselves as Canada Day. The activities of the day can be as varied as the people who celebrate it. Some are camping with family and friends, others are sitting around a pool in their backyards, while others may be puttering in their gardens and still others are still travelling to spend some time with their loved ones.
Whatever we do lots today or nothing at all, we should all take time to recognize the great gift we have been entrusted with. Canada is among the most prosperous countries in the world. We have a vast expanse of physical space, much of which we have perhaps not even seen, and we have many freedoms which often are taken for granted.
In the words of Calixa Lavallée, we should always be proud to stand on guard for this country which we claim either as the place of our birth, or that of our adoption. Whereever you are today, whoever you are surrounded with, celebrate Canada Day well, watch some fireworks if you can, and give thanks for the blessings we enjoy.
Happy Birthday Canada!
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