Praying for Peace

Praying Hands by Albrecht Dürer

I attended an information-and-prayer session this week to learn more about, and pray for, the situation in Israel-Palestine. Obviously, our hearts were focused on the present situation of conflict, but part of our learning addressed the 75 years of geo-political conflict between states, the religious nuance of the region, the historical landscape of the conflict.*

We all understand it is a complex issue, an issue that we do not fully understand. Yet: we pray. We pray for peace, for health, and not just for the cessation of hostility but for an enduring commitment to supporting the humanity of the other.

One of our members, a gentleman I hold in high esteem, said that his wish was for leaders to sit down and pray together. “Praying Together Reduces Barriers” he said.**

While this was laid in the foundation of a discussion on present conflict, we can apply it to other conflicts: current and past; and hold in our hearts for potential disagreements of the future.

For we live in a world where conflict is a reality; it always has been and always will be.

Yet we live in the kin-dom of God, where we are called to seek peace and strive for justice. Which is easier to do when we are engaged in dialogue, intentionally speaking with one another and carefully including the Prince of Peace (who is already present, yet who we so often forget when we are riled up).

As the week continued and the wars around the world have continued, my heart has been torn by the devastation of conflict, and comforted by the promise that the peace of God is among us. My prayer has been that we would all lean in to this peace, to extend the reign of God, to commit to the hard work of reducing barriers in our own lives.

Lord, in your mercy; hear our prayer.





*Video can be found here: https://youxube.com/watch?v=fDe9mAmHsAM
**Paul Dumbrille

unStung

I was rather disheartened this past week, when a side effect of unseasonably warm weather meant a collection of stinging beasts at my front window. Having left the back door open so the dogs could meander in and out to the yard (repeatedly) without needing me to open the door each time, a decent number of stingers found their way inside the house.

For many, this is an inconvenience. I’m not aware of anyone who would intentionally encourage wasps into their home. For me, there was an element of fear connected to this – I am allergic to stings, and would prefer to leave my Epi-Pen and antihistamines unused.

I also know that the abundance of wasps in the area was due to the seasonal change; as we approach the cold weather these critters are simply searching for food before the deep freeze. They are acting in a time of survival. So, with decreasing food stocks in our gardens, the scarcity plays a role. They’re not ‘out to get me’ when they are stinging, they are simply hungry.

Hangry wasps. In the house. Not ideal.

The easiest option may have been simply to squash them against the window, and shut the door to prevent the dispersal of pheromones wasps produce when in distress. (These pheromones serve to attract other wasps to help with whatever the threat is.)

However, there was another option… a simple one, involving a glass and a piece of paper. I would catch the insect in the glass, trap it with the paper, take it outside and let it loose. It wasn’t very hard, and it wasn’t really any more of a risk to me than squishing them. (I did adjust the door to limit access, as well, though they seemed determined to check out my living room view!)

It's a perspective of how we interact with others. Sometimes, we interact in ways that are not ideal or happy.
We can control our response to folks, whatever the other person’s mood is. We do not have to tolerate negativity, we can remove it from our midst in a way that is peaceful (and ideally, helpful). We don’t need to know the circumstances of the other’s mood; but we can hope that whatever issues they are dealing with will be addressed in a beneficial way.
And we can hope that when we are not being our best selves, that others will extend the same peace to us.

I hope the wasps got what they needed to be well; while I am glad that they are no longer in proximity to me.

Inspiration

This past year, I have been reflecting on the important people in my life. I am so blessed to have amazing friends - near and far - who continue to inspire me day after day. These are folks who are there in good times and bad; I know I can call on them at any time to cry with me or laugh with me, or even just sit in the silence. 

These are formidable people who make my life better. They know the real me, and delight in that connection. And it's not just me; they find ways to reach out to their communities and make the world a better place.

One of these friends makes an effort to extend grace whenever she can, realising that a little bit of positivity can go a long way - and usually the folks we don't feel like extending grace to are the ones who need it the most.

One will send an occasional text saying "I appreciate you - I'm glad you're in my life."

One makes sure to really listen to the people he's with; knowing that a simple "how are you" without the commitment to engage in conversation isn't fair.

One is intentional about eye contact in conversation.

One will always express "you're welcome" to a "thank you".

One mails amusing cards, for no occasion, because the post shouldn't just be bills and flyers.

...You get the idea. There are more examples, and we all have them. These aren't the types of things that will be recorded in the history books, but they are the types of things that make my story better. And they inspire me to be better: a better friend, neighbour, Christian, human! And for them, I am grateful!

So on this Thanksgiving weekend, as I pause from raking leaves and unpacking more boxes and walking the dogs in the gorgeous weather, I'm taking time to dwell in that space of gratitude where I can thank God for the inspirational people in my life, and honour their gifts. 

I pray we all have someone we can call a true friend, who inspires us. I pray I can be such a friend to others as we share the journey. 

Reflecting on Reconciliation

On the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, we are invited to spend time reflecting on the legacy of the history of Residential Schools as a vital component of the reconciliation process.

Yesterday morning, as I was out and about, I overheard an encounter that influenced my day’s reflection. Unbidden, a man approached someone wearing an orange shirt, and emphatically engaged them by stating (unironically) that he was not to be told what to wear, and that he saw no need for reconciliation – “I didn’t do nothing!”

With more patience than I would have had, the other person tried to explain that their shirt supported the need to not stand idly or silently by. They also had not ‘done anything’ explicitly, but that we are all part of a system where we are in need of reconciliation. The gentleman was having none of it, and dismissively retorted “God will be my judge” before walking away.

Clearly, this individual was not interested in the journey towards reconciliation, nor even in having a conversation about our shared history.

And while we will all be judged by our creator, to use this truism as a means of shutting down discourse is often used as a means to avoid responsibility. Ignoring discussion about difficult topics does not resolve conflict, it disrespects the injured party and avoids accountability. It is a spiritually and emotionally immature response.

Admittedly, any conversation in which we identify and acknowledge the need for reconciliation is not going to be an easy one to have. However, choosing silence is seldom a good choice.

(I was reminded of the poem No Such Thing as the Innocent Bystander by Andrea Gibson, which reads ‘Silence rides shotgun / wherever hate goes.’)

The work of reconciliation is one where we need to commit to showing up. To listening, to learning, and to finding a way to do better. It’s about forging a new path forward with intentionality towards minimising hurt – and ideally healing some of the wounds of the past.

As Christians, we use the word reconciliation often. We have a sacrament of confession – in our Book of Alternative Services we call this the Reconciliation of a Penitent. (pp 166-172). The challenge, of course, is that it requires a penitent: someone who authentically desires to turn away from sin.

This turning away from sin (repentance) calls for action; for penance. It challenges us to change our ways of thinking and doing, so that we can correct our patterns of behaviour to do better. Penance is not about beating ourselves up for the past, but building ourselves up for the future. It is a form of spiritual healing where we dwell in the promise of forgiveness. This promise is not a magical ‘fix’ but a confidence that when we accept responsibility for our actions and do what is reasonable in order to make amends. (James 5.16a: Therefore confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another, so that you may be healed.)

And so we are called to seek reconciliation for our individual actions and for our societal ills. We confess our wrongs, known and unknown – and we are called to accept the challenge of the work before us. We don’t do this to avoid the work of reconciliation, but to request God's presence as a holy companion within it. For when we are genuine in our relationship with God, we are challenged to establish right relationship with all that God loves – including those we have injured or offended.

I don’t have easy answers for our journey in Truth and Reconciliation with Indigenous peoples. I don’t have easy answers for any journey that has led to broken trust and pain. But I do have faith that God will accompany us in all our journeys towards health and healing; and I pray that we will all continue to seek those right relationships.

Truth In Advertising

I’ve spent some time this week scrolling through buy-and-sell groups on social media. Not surprisingly, I’ve been looking to purchase a few items for my new place, and I do prefer to get second-hand items when appropriate. (I do love a bargain!)

Some of the items have interesting descriptions… from the basic WYSIWYG (what you see is what you get) to some creative narratives about the history of the item, people publicise differently.

One commentary I’ve seen quite a bit of is a highly aspirational assessment of the item… “Brand new” or “Never used” or “10/10 condition!” It’s interesting, as many of these ads include photographs of items that are definitively NOT new or in perfect condition.

The imperfections on these items is not the problem – and in other ads, such imperfections are specified. The sellers want to make sure that potential buyers are fully aware of the flaws and weaknesses, so as to provide an honest and trustworthy experience.

When the description doesn’t line up with the item, it breaks trust. It means the seller is likely to be considered untrustworthy in future. Admittedly, it’s possible the person didn’t mean to be misleading or disingenuous, or that their emotional connection to an item has left them with ‘rose-coloured glasses.’

When these non-transactions happen, it can be frustrating, but such is the online marketplace. Yet these interactions have me considering how we represent ourselves when we are engaging with others about the church.

Obviously, we are all aspirational: we love our church, we want others to love our church. We have a passion for our community, and want to invite others to accompany us on our spiritual journeying.

So it’s important that we are transparent about who we are, when we are inviting folks to seek Jesus with us. It’s helpful to let folks know what we do well – and what our growing edges are. To share our moments of joy – as well as those times where we knew we needed to re-assess and adjust. To highlight where our engagement lies – and places where we are okay with others excelling.

When we are honest with ourselves about who we are and what we are doing, we can interact with the world around us with more integrity. And in doing so, we show our humility and our humanness: characteristics that can be quite appealing when someone is looking for an authentic faith community.

It’s helpful to remember that our churches are never perfect – nor are we! And to delight in the knowledge that that is okay. For God is with us – loving us - exactly as we are.

Uniquely Colourful

I was buying paint this week... I have lots of walls to customise to my liking. I've spent some time considering what I wanted to do with the space, and made a decision. 

So, overtired and undercaffeinated, I went to the paint store to select some paint chips to take home - we all know that different lightning different spaces can have a substantial impact on how we perceive colour. 

While I was there the next morning, prepared with colour choices and room sizes, a man came in and asked the staff person to tell him what was popular. When the staff asked him about his preferences, the space, the furnishings, the lighting, etc., the man became increasingly frustrated. He just wanted what was popular.

So, the staff sold him a generic 'popular' colour. 

When it was my turn, the staff asked me some of the same questions, to which I was able to share my ideas and overall colour theme. (It's based on a favourite work of art, that I intend to be the centrepiece of the living room; pale blue and light sage - nothing wild!). 

The staff commented that he doesn't often see creative or unique palettes anymore - as people seem to just want what's popular. 

And while the popular colour was a nice neutral, it wasn't for me. I preferred to choose my colours, not let someone else choose for me. (After all, if I want to change it in future, I can always repaint!)

While this conversation was happening, another customer came in and commented that he would never deviate from what's popular, as he always considers resale value. I responded that I've just arrived here, so I'm not focused on what the next person might like, but what I like. 

Both these interactions made me ponder on the popularity of being popular. There's a draw, of course, to fitting in. And when it comes to paint, losing that individuality isn't really a big deal. 

But in so many other aspects of life, we're called to be unique, different, set apart. We're called to stand up for what is right, even if it's not popular. We're called to process the faith, even when our friends criticise us for it. We're called to love our neighbours and serve the vulnerable, even when society rejects those notions. 

We're called to be different. We're called to think for ourselves. We're invited to find ways to co-create a better world with the one who loved us into being. And sometimes that's popular, and sometimes it's not; but the journey inspires us to be faithful to God and to ourselves as we brighten the world around us. 

Moose on the Loose

I’ve done more than a little bit of driving this week. While I’ve been using the GPS for the specifics, I’ve also been seeing a lot of road signs. 

It’s interesting to see how information is communicated on signs, depending on the place and local custom. Some highways will announce turnoffs with arrows and words and approximate distances, others only offer subtle slanting numbers to indicate which side of the highway to exit, still others seem to only mark once you’re past the point at which a turn was to happen. There’s a great variance from one region to the next as to signage.

One distinct difference in signs is how moose are announced. (As someone who has had multiple encounters with moose, I tend to pay attention to moose signs.) As the photo montage I’ve included attests, the moose look different despite all being Canadian road signs… but the important thing is for each sign, the message is clear - this is an area where moose are commonly seen.

This can be a helpful reminder for us, when we are engaging in our own understanding of faith and our practices of sharing that faith. We all experience God differently from one another. We experience god differently at different points on our lives. So we do not need to be limited to sharing the good news of God in just one way. 

Even the Evangelists all had different ways to tell us about Jesus; from their own perspectives and encounters and unique personalities. As John Dominic Crossan communicates, there is one Gospel that we learned in four canonical “according to”s. Mark’s bluntness is no less powerful than Luke’s healing focus, for example, they’re just different.

So how we tell the good news is how we experience it, how we have learned it, how we incorporate it into our lives. And it’s okay that it looks a little bit different than how others share it, so long as we convey the same message: God is love, and God is for everyone. 

Even moose.