Today I met our Ontario Lieutenant Governor Elizabeth Dowdeswell. As you can see I was selling my books at the Spirit of the Hills Festival of the Arts in Cobourg, Ontario. Her Excellency came to speak with the artists and writers. She stopped at each table and talked with us, asking excellent questions, treating us with great respect. My Tom snapped this picture as she picked up one of my children’s books, Elizabeth Gets Her Wings. Elizabeth Dowdeswell is a most gracious woman.
Although I won’t be at the festival tomorrow, my books will be available on the Spirit of the Hill’s Authors’ tables. I invite you to drop by and enjoy the art, the books, and participate in one of the workshops. You will have an interesting day.
Today’s conventional wisdom is that there
is no hope. That myth is spouted by news media and by our friends. Many of us lament
that darkness – climate change, war, hunger, oppression, abuse – is engulfing
the world. At times, we almost celebrate the hopelessness we feel. We’ve
forgotten that how we think about the future sculpts how we live today. Is
there any hope?
Yes! Today we know. Our TV’s, computers, phones
hold the darkness up to us. Bad news sells, so we can’t pretend ignorance. We
can’t hide from the horror. And so we respond. Fundraisers, protest marches,
recycling, hybrid cars – little by little, one person at a time our kindness,
our caring is beginning to make a difference.
Goodness, kindness, caring are not slowly disappearing. What we have lost is
the ability to recognize God’s light that is growing in the darkness. There is
hope. As people of faith, it’s our job to open our eyes and intentionally seek God’s
light, recognize and name it.
Our young people are rising up by the
thousands and demanding politicians take action to stop climate change. Our
country like many others is working to resettle the millions of refugees and
displaced persons. The Canada Food Grains Bank and Food banks are trying hard
to erase hunger. We see God’s light pouring from individuals, from you and me,
as we volunteer for school breakfast programs, at food banks and so much more.
Our arts community is creating books, paintings, poetry, carvings, all
depicting the light, all full of hope. One person at a time we are seeing
glimpses of God’s love and acceptance. God is using us to bring hope to this world.
Of course our world isn’t perfect yet, but
God’s light is shining in the darkness. Today
we speak out for justice for our First Nations people, our women, our
handicapped, our children. We have hope. I am truly grateful.
John’s Gospel tells us, “God’s light shines in the darkness and the darkness CANNOT put it out.”
Just a few thoughts as I enjoy the remnants of my garden and wait for Thanksgiving Day.
During these magical sunny days, many of us are doing
the fall clean up of our gardens. A few days ago, I discovered my Zinnia’s had
fallen over as they stretched for water and sunlight. They looked desolate
laying there on the cold ground. I gathered them into my arms, brought them in
and lovingly arranged them in a vase. “There you go,” I said. “You’re warm. You’ve
water. You’re lovely.” As you can see
from the picture, arranging them hadn’t been easy. In their effort to reach
out, some of them had bent at unusual angles.
Now, as I sit with my computer, I’m thinking about my
bouquet. At the front, four flowers stand together, grabbing most of my
attention. Their full, beautiful flower heads resting together in a clump
sparkle with life. For me they represent the “in group”, the popular, beautiful
people. My eyes shift to the tall straight flower standing alone at the back. She
reminds me of the people who seem to stand tall in every situation. They’re
satisfied with who they are. They often have a leadership role in society. Also,
at the back, two shorter flowers cuddle close together. Friends, strong and
true. They don’t make much fuss. They’re happy to just be. And then there’s my
two bent flowers. They’re a little smaller than the rest. The one on the right
is holding herself at arms length from that front, popular group. She’s lifting
her head high, even though she’s on the fringe of the popular crowd. She’ll be
fine. Finally, my eyes slip to the little one on the left. She’s also on the
outside but not at all happy about it. Her head is drooped. She really needs
someone to lift her up.
It’s just a small bouquet of flowers from my garden,
and yet it carries a message. It reminds me to open my eyes to the people
around me, to watch out for the one who feels totally lost and alone. It says, “Don’t
forget, it takes all of us to make this bouquet beautiful.”
I have a book launch coming up on October 26th. This time I’m blessed to be part of a group of Writers. Two of my short stories were accepted for the Spirit of the Hills writers’ group anthology, Your ticket to the evening includes a copy of the anthology of poems and stories titled Hill Spirits IV. Entertainment for the evening includes a fabulous concert with a jazz combo, a classical duo and a blues singer along with readings by some of the anthology contributors. The evening begins at 7:15 p.m. at St. Peter’s Anglican Church, 240 College Street, Cobourg, ON. Please join me. We’ll have a great night. Tickets available from www.spiritofthehills.org
Thanksgiving for many
of us means a table laden with steaming hot, delicious food, encircled by a
beaming family, content to be together. We give thanks for needs met, and the
abundance of blessings that fill our lives. Even as we celebrate, we are aware
that we, the middle class, are the privileged. Giving thanks is easy,
particularly in this land of milk and honey that we call Canada.
This year, I want to remind you of another reason to be
thankful. This blessing is available to everyone, rich and poor, young and old,
regardless of ethnicity, skin color, health and economic status. What is this
We can give, and not just money and material wealth. We can try a little kindness. We can give thanks to God for the privilege of volunteering. There is so much need in this world. Lonely people who need a phone call or visit, homeless seeking help and the gift of respect, teens desperate for a kind word, store clerks stretched to the end of their patience who need the blessing of your smile and your thank you. The list is endless. Those of us who are ill, shut-in, in hospital, are also blessed to give. We have the opportunity to offer the gift of compassion, love, a kind word. Even when we feel totally isolated we can still offer the gift of prayer.
This Thanksgiving, I challenge you to let go of the belief
that gratitude only comes from what we receive. This Thanksgiving take time to
give thanks to God for all the moments of giving you have enjoyed, all the
prayers offered, money given, time volunteered over the past year. Loving and
caring for others is an honour and a privilege. Jesus taught there is nothing
better than to lay down your life for others.
Friday, Tom and I marched for Planet Earth in Vancouver,
B.C. Never before have I taken part in a protest. This time I had to
participate. Our climate is in crisis. Denial means death.
Joining the protest wasn’t easy. A cold wind swirled around
us on our uphill walk and half hour wait for the bus. People poured past us as
we limped down two flights of steps to the sky train. We let two trains go by.
They were beyond full. We wedged ourselves into the third train, with Tom
barely clearing the door. Only two stops, and we joined the sea of humanity
flowing up the escalators to the exit turnstiles. We plodded along like worker
ants towards city hall. There were speeches we couldn’t hear. A protest band
We waited, restless, until the crowd began to flow down onto
the street towards the bridge. We walked. We chanted. We talked with young,
middle aged and seniors. All of them worried, fearful of the future, determined
to make a difference.
Our march was typically Canadian – full of passion, but
governed by good will and good manners. My eyes filled with tears as I listened
to young people crying out for change, demanding that our government take
action. I was proud.
Our youth are giving us leadership. We have to keep the
pressure on. My message to all of you, my readers is: God has given us an
amazing world. It’s our job to care for it. We must do everything we can as
individuals. We need to vote for leaders who will co-operate with one another,
even step over party lines. OUR VOTE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE.
People of all faiths need to PRAY. Pray for our planet. Pray
that God will keep us motivated. Pray that we will let go of selfishness and
support efforts to save the world even though it will cost.
Pray that our leaders, both governmental and business, will have
the courage to make policy and pass laws that will stop this climate change.
We need to SPEAK OUT. A sixteen-year-old girl has mobilized
the world. Our own Canadian activist seventeen-year-old, Autumn Peltier is
teaching the world that everyone has the right to clean safe water. She’s been
nominated for the 2019 International Children’s Peace Prize. These two young
women have already proven the power of one individual to make a difference. We
can follow in their footsteps.
have not been politically active since I was a young mother in 1971, but for this
coming election, I feel that it is doubly important that all of us be educated
voters. We’re only two days into this campaign. Most of what we are hearing is
the party leaders slamming each other. Personally, I am more interested in a party
policies than what the other guy did, especially when the policy pertains to
saving our environment.
I received an email sent out by Clayton Thomas Muller, a First Nations
environmental activist. He has compiled a list of thirteen candidates that he
and his supporters have investigated and found to be truly willing to deal with
the climate crisis. He says they are “bold leaders who will take risks,
organize fellow Members of Parliament, and work across party lines to tackle
the climate emergency. And, they’re running grassroots campaigns connected to
movements in their communities.” I wondered if this was a “Green Party
advertisement,” so I followed the link provided. I was surprised to discover
that there were two parties represented among these candidates who want
to save our planet. Here is the link for you to see for yourself. Here’s
our list of candidates from across the country who will champion a
made-in-Canada Green New Deal.
For me, the main message of Mr. Clayton Thomas
Muller is to teach us to be politically knowledgeable voters. His group are
encouraging other independent sources to document and publicly identify any
other candidates worthily committed in a similar manner to the environmental
is my hope: that both you and I will take some time during this election
campaign to check out all of our local candidates. Are they aware that our
earth is in crisis? Are they willing to work across party lines to deal with
this crisis? As voters, we need to let
go of party loyalty. We must each award our vote to the candidate who will stop
the squabbling, the put downs. We need representatives who will get down to the
business of leading us to maintaining our beautiful world. We need
representatives that will put people first, rather than influential corporate
interests. We need representatives who are courageous enough to listen and
debate in parliament rather than yell, and mock, and oppose on principle. There
must be more than thirteen candidates across this country who truly care.
One thing the internet does is bring
reviews to our fingertips. Reviews, positive or negative, are powerful in
today’s world. We need a new roof. Who
do we hire? In the past we would have called friends for their recommendations.
Today, we surf the internet for roofing companies. The wise customer will look
beyond the company’s own advertisements to what is often called “Google
reviews.” The hope is that these would be independent, and therefore honest.
I think reviews are equally valuable when
it comes to the Christian faith. We hesitate to actually own our belief. Even
at church, we struggle to give a review for God. At coffee hour we seldom hear,
“I felt God’s presence last night as I gazed at that spectacular sunset. I’m so
grateful for the beauty of God’s creation.” Or “I couldn’t have survived this
past week, without my faith.” Or “I believe God sent our friends Susan and John
to visit last night because God knew we needed them.” We’re afraid to speak
such things. Someone might be offended. It’s not polite. We don’t want to be
Every word and action, positive and
negative, conscious and unconscious, is a review, a witness for living a life
of faith. Even our lack of words and actions are reviews for God.
Now that’s a huge responsibility. That may
be why some of us hide our faith life as much as possible. We hide our acts of kindness
in friendship, or neighbourliness. We walk strong without identifying the
source of our strength. We go to church, but never invite others. We give God
thanks everyday, but never tell anyone about God’s blessings. Then, we wonder
why negative reviews of Christianity have permeated out society.
We can remove the power of those negative
reviews. We can flood the world with identified Christians working for peace,
caring for the hungry, befriending the poor. It won’t be anything new. We’re
doing all these things already. All we need do is identify ourselves and our
motives. We live a life of gratitude to God for all our blessings. We serve
others as a response to that gratitude. Those good reviews are easy. We can do
it. Let’s start today.
“We are therefore
Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through
us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God.” (2 Corinthians
I’m having a grand time with my sisters, swimming in the club pool for an hour each day, sightseeing, walking, lunches out, and movies back at Gayles. This is our yearly sisters’ week. It’s great. My new cover photo was taken at Goderich beach. Gayle brought her scooter so we could wander the downtown hub. It’s lovely. Lunch at Westside Willie’s was delicious and the service fabulous. It’s been a grand day.
Wrote this blog first thing this morning. It surprised me when I read it. I told myself, “You can’t post anything that political.” Is this really the inspiration I asked for in my prayers this morning? Guess it must be. It sure flowed off my fingers unto the keyboard. So here it is. If you have comments, no matter how critical, I’d love to hear them.
Listen to the Wisdom of Our Ancestors.
Today, I read the Broadview Magazine article “Listen to the Knowledge Keepers” by Dave Courchene, an Anishinabe Elder. Dave says:
“What humanity needs most now is to learn the rules of conduct we must follow in defining a sustainable relationship with the Earth and each other. Some examples include: don’t take more than you need from the land to survive, because if you take too much, your greed will increase; treat all life with respect, and abundance will return to you; and show gratitude for whatever you receive from life, and life will return its blessings.
Simple principles: why can’t we follow
them? Is it because our greed is already totally out of control? As I read this
article, I thought, I’m one of the converted. That’s why I subscribe to and
enjoy Broadview. I know already that our aboriginal peoples have wisdom. It’s
not new. The same wisdom can be found in the Bible, the Koran, the Talmud and
other sacred writings. The Book of Genesis 1:28 says, “Take charge! Be
responsible for fish in the sea and birds in the air, for every living thing
that moves on the face of Earth.” For centuries we in North America have
ignored the wisdom offered by our ancestors and our aboriginal brothers and
sisters. Now, our children are offering us the same wisdom. It’s the young
people that are rising up and pushing us to do something about climate change.
And still, I have conversations with
people of my own generation who are denying that our greed is leading us into
sure and certain annihilation of all life on our planet. This week I talked
with a man who was convinced that our refugees arrive with the right to vote.
He railed at their taking something that was rightfully his. He had no interest
in checking his facts, or rather lack of them. We are so gullible when it comes
to believing negative statements, and so slow at taking in wisdom for our
lives. God must weep at our inability to help ourselves, to listen to the
knowledge keepers of every tribe and nation. What will it take to wake us up?
There is an election coming this fall.
Could we, just for once as a people, respond to the environmental crisis in our
world and vote for those who would risk real action? Could we just for once
forget the squabbling and name calling and look at policies? This time we need
to listen carefully. What has our present government done to save the
environment? How have we reacted? Who is willing to do even more?
Yes, action is tough. In the short run it
might raise our taxes, cause job loss. We now have no choice. We have to stop
talking about how awful it is that Nestle’s takes millions of gallons of our
precious fresh water from the ground, pays next to nothing for it and sells it
back to us for $1.75 and more for a pint plastic bottle. We have to stop
ignoring the scientists. It’s good that we’ve made some
little changes, but that’s not enough. We need leaders who are courageous in
fighting this battle, whatever party they represent.
God gave us the job of caring for this beautiful earth. Let’s choose leaders who will help us.