Connections - UNCSW Blog

            Yesterday our group participated in the orientation for "Ecumenical Women at the United Nations" (www.ecumenicalwomen.org), alongside some 200 women from a variety of denominations, all here to participate in the UNCSW.

            Spending the day at the Church Centre for the UN, across from the main UN buildings. Our worship was energetic, and we celebrated the reality of powerful women working - in the bible, through history to today, and well into the future.

            We enjoyed a speech form the Director of UN Women, who invited us to consider a number of concerns to be discussed, including (among others) the definition of family, women in agriculture and technology and informal sector.

            A panel discussion on  the priority theme (women's economic empowerment in the changing world of work) invited us to consider what it means to empower women locally and globally, and to acknowledge that the world of work is changing.

            We had opportunity to meet as the ACO delegation, and shared some of our journeys, and what influences had brought us to this moment. It was a profound sharing.

            Perhaps my favourite part of the day was the connections (and re-connections). For me, despite the busy-ness of the day, our personal sharing (with lots of hugs) highlighted that we are the body of Christ - the full body of Christ - whether we saw one another yesterday or last year or more than a decade ago.

            We are here as Anglicans, as Christians, as sisters.  It's not about what divides us, what regions we come from, what our politics are, or any other arbitrary division. No matter where we have been or what we have plans to do, we are here to support one another, to build up the body of God's Holy Church, to focus on being sisters.

            We are ALL part of that! We are all called to the same work. We are the beloved of God - and by God, it is good.

Prayers, Pizza, and Park Avenue!

            Yesterday morning I flew into New York City.  I'm here with the honour of representing the Anglican Church of Canada at the United Nations Commission on the Status of Women (UNCSW). (see uncsw.org for information)

            The Anglican Communion Office compiles a delegation, individuals appointed by their respective Primates, to be present at the various plenary sessions, parallel and side events. We 22 women are a small addition to the approximate 6,000 people that gather here, but we are here, and will have an impact.

            So last night we had our first orientation meeting. We met at an office building right on Park Avenue - quite the space! The views of the city were breath-taking! This was clearly NOT a traditional space to rent out, certainly not for folks looking to keep to a reasonable budget.

            So how did we get there? Well, by donation. Through a connection, and a request, the company donated the use of the space - and they even brought in dinner for us all. Pizza on Park Avenue!

            What a wonderful way to show support for the mission and ministry of the Anglican delegates! What a beautiful demonstration of solidarity and commitment to the broader experience of working for gender equality and women's rights!

            Thus a donation allowed us a very comfortable evening; a time to begin to get to know one another, to learn of our experiences, to pray together and learn about our shared journey for the next 2 weeks while here, and the ongoing work.

            This business responded to a request to support this: so can everyone reading this. It may be through learning and sharing the information about the CSW, it may be through ongoing ministry towards women's rights, it may be by inviting speakers to visit or preach at your parish.

            But here is the firm ask: please, pray. Support us in prayer: those who are present, those who have contributed their time and skill and  experience. Support the women and girls in your life by holding them in your daily prayers - you never know how they will enhance the status of women world-wide - maybe one year they too will be sharing pizza and prayers on Park Avenue.

"Thank You!"s

"Thank You"
Some rights reserved (CC-BY) by Virgina L. Sourced from Flickr

     I have a habit - a practice - of writing out thank-you cards. I keep a supply of cards at home and at the office, so I can write one anytime.

     It's not a lot, but in my opinion it's important.

     Especially in the church, when the gifts that people are sharing are a demonstrable response to God's call to the mission and ministry of the community, as a response to highlight the presence of the grace of God: saying 'thank you' acknowledges how important these varied and volunteered ministries have been.

     I know how much I like receiving 'thank you's; it shows that someone has taken the time and effort to write out a note expressing their gratitude. They're not always long, they come as cards and emails, hand-written or typed, long or short.

     The important thing is: they happen, and they make me feel good.

     I also, sadly, know what it is like to do something for which appreciation is NOT expressed. It's a feeling of deflation and rejection; as though the offering itself was unwanted or undeserving.

     It's not a feeling one ever wants.

     It's not a feeling that we, as Christians, should accept.

     Instead, imagine if we would "serve the Lord your God with joyfulness and gladness of heart, because of the abundance of all things" (from Deut. 28). We can intentionally strive to be the type of community the sees the gifts being offered, and acknowledges them. We can celebrate that people have chosen to give their time and talent for the building up of God's kingdom. We can delight in the opportunity to offer our thanksgiving to God through our ministry to one another. And we can take the moment to support the members of God's church for their offerings: even with a simple thank you note.

Don't Ever Lose Your Skin

Selkies are mythical creatures, in legends of coastal towns in Scotland, Ireland, and the Faroe Islands. They are said to be seals while in the ocean, but able to shed their skin on land to take human form. They can transition back to seals, so long as they maintain control of their skin.

A dear friend once said to me that she wasn't entirely convinced that I'm not a selkie.  She knows I adore the water, and tend to spend as much time as possible on or in the water.  She knows that my favourite scriptures are connected to water - the waters of creation, the waters of baptism, the living waters that come from God alone.

At a particularly difficult time in my life, she reminded me of my selkie-ness with one phrase: "Don't ever lose your skin."

It was powerful. It was a moment when I realised that I had been so caught up in the whirlwind of life that I had started to lose connection with who - and whose - I am.

My 'skin' is, of course, my faith. It is what connects me to God: through the creative waters that made me, through the cleansing waters of my baptism, through the source of the living waters of Christ alone.

My faith is with me. It surrounds me. It is part of me. It influences all I do. I wear my faith like I wear a skin. And so it is important that I know where it is, at any time: it's like a selkie keeping track of her seal skin.

Having been intentional about NOT losing my skin during (and after) that tumultuous time in my life, I keep reminders around. Part of my journey is to daily reflect on what it means to wear my faith. I have a small soapstone seal (a gift from the same friend) that sits on my nightstand. I have a small tattoo of a seal, an indelible physical reminder of my skin at all times and places.  

I have my skin. I cherish my skin. I work to maintain my skin. I won't ever lose my skin.

My wish is that all of us might find some symbol of our faith that will embrace us and support us, and tie together the head and the heart of our faith; a constant reminder of who we are and whose we are; a connection between the life promised to us by our Christ and the daily earthly reality. My prayer is that we might all have our own 'seal skin' to cherish.

book for granted

Last Sunday, after our annual vestry meeting, I went to the bookstore and bought a book.

(To those who know me: yes, ONE book. Only one.)

It's a novel, something to pass the time away with.

But it's also so much more. It's proof of my privilege, in paperback form.

Any number of things that I could take for granted happened in my acquisition of this book:

I can read - which means I have the education to not just see but comprehend the plot sufficiently to appreciate the storyline.

I have time for leisure and safe place to be, to read said book.

I have the means to go to the store and get home again.

I have disposable income to purchase this book - which means I have paid my bills and have food in the cupboard. (Hey, we all have some debt, but I was able to comfortably hand over the cash for a non-necessity).

It was a good book, a fun read, a delightful thought-provoking post-vestry treat for myself.

It inspired me to think about how much I might take for granted the reading of another book - the Bible.

I have, not surprisingly, several copies of the bible at my home; at least one in the car, several more in my office. How extraordinary a resource that I would own multiple copies in multiple languages and translations!

How truly wondrous that the Word of God is accessible to me anytime day or night; to read, to study, to pray through.

And yet: so many people take it for granted (including myself, some days!). We choose to ignore the bible, to read something else instead, to presume that because they read the scriptures once that there is nothing new to be learned form it.

Yet this vibrant book is waiting to be opened anew: every day we have the privilege of delving into the mystery of God's Holy Word to be inspired, comforted, encouraged, embraced, loved, welcomed, energised... the possibilities are endless: if we are willing to crack the cover and let God's revelation to the world wash over us.
We can read. We can understand. We can learn. We can delight in the Holy Wisdom that is more accessible to us now than ever before. 

Reading the bible, however, is a choice that we make. We have the option before us every day; I pray we prioritise it and delight in it, not take it for granted like any other book.

Prayerful Art

One of my homework assignments this term was to visit an art exhibit called "Mystical Landscapes" at the Art Gallery of Ontario... we were to find our preferred art piece, and spend some time with it. Not as art critics, but as prayerful Christians. We then shared some of our impressions during class.
One of the comments that came up was an awareness that we were privileged enough to see these masterpieces: despite free admission hours or reduced-fees, the exhibit itself still cost.

While the $12 upcharge is (in my opinion) absolutely worth it (the exhibit was truly breathtaking!), for many that cost becomes preventative.
I began reflecting, too, that the charge is not merely monetary:
* it costs the time to attend: time that some may need to be spending in gainful employment or with other commitments.
* it costs a desire to attend: not everyone enjoys art, or has someone to discuss what is seen with
* it costs a basic knowledge: of the exhibit, of the importance of art, of some of the major artists

The homework assignment was, for me, a pleasure. To stand in the midst of works by Van Gogh, Monet, O'Keefe - I have had worse assignments! I was surprised to have been attracted not to the art I had expected to grab me, but by a piece by an artist previously unknown to me.

Photo credit: The Rev Canon Mark Kinghan.
Used with permission.

The trip also made me reflect on where else we might find art: and here the church can play a significant role. We have astonishing art within our midst, that many of us may take for granted as we see it every day/week/Christmas-and-Easter. Our architecture tells a story; our landscaping tells a story; our stained glass windows tell a story.

Imagine if we embraced our buildings as an opportunity for prayer through their art.
Imagine if we all took some time to consider what is literally right in front of us with new eyes, not rushing on to something else, but intentionally clearing our minds of the to-do lists, turning off the cell phones, and simply appreciating the beauty that is right before us.
Maybe we can be awed by the carving of a pew end; or moved by the detail in the reredos. Maybe we can be amazed by the embroidery in the paraments, or be inspired to see the world differently through the colours in the glass.
Maybe just how we look at things may open new appreciation: light shows glass differently in the evening, sitting in a different pew may reveal a hidden perspective on the rood, the height of a candle may illuminate an unexpected carving.

The art is endless; the opportunity to engage in its beauty is only as limited as our willingness to do so. And, best of all, it is free. Not just for a privileged few, but for everyone in the community: from  those who ride past on the bus and barely notice, to those who walk by and glance at the building, even to those who find themselves entering the doors to seek out their comfortable pew.

We worship inside structures that have been constructed as a means for us to give glory to God. May we not take them for granted; may we not prevent others from seeing them; may we delight by prayerfully basking in that glorious art every chance we are able.

A Place Where Prayer Happens

One of the great things about serving a large parish is that we have lots of outside user groups that rent our space. This means we have a lot of people who are not 'parishioners' coming through our doors, and getting to know a little bit about who we are and what we do.

This week that came home - one of the members of a user group called this week to ask for prayer, and they knew that we were "a place where prayer happens."

What a great reputation to have!

In a world that can be cynical of all things religious, we are given opportunity after opportunity to demonstrate who and who's we are. We can show the world that we are a church: a joy-filled, Christ-following collection of imperfect souls, who congregate for the purpose of receiving the undeserved and unreserved grace of God and asking for inspiration from the Holy Spirit to find meaningful ways to engage in our community through service. We can break down the myths that churchy people are holier-than-thou, or have it all together, or are all living the charmed life.

But we have to be intentional about how we present ourselves to the world, if we are to have a reputation as a household of God: we must be aware of what is being overheard when we speak, what is being perceived when we act, what is being portrayed when we represent as "church" within the broader community.

A reputation will exist; we can choose what it is. So let us all, as church, be welcoming and friendly and Spirit-led and Christ-focused. Let us learn from our past, celebrate our present, and plan carefully for the future. Let us embrace everyone we encounter - whether they're in our doors for worship, or exercise, or haven't been through our doors for years (if ever!). Let us be known as a people doing their best to love and serve God, in a place where prayer happens, that is inviting to all who would come.