COVID Rears its Ugly Head

I can hear in my head the theme music for the movie Jaws:  duunnn dunnn… duuuunnnn duun…

Well, I can confirm that it is not necessarily safe to go into – well in this case not the water – but places where people gather – like churches – if you let your guard down about the reality of COVID.  I can hear the murmurs – COVID?! – that’s no longer a thing, is it?  After all, we have the vaccine for COVID and there are no reports in media or government press releases about COVID outbreaks, are there?

Well, let me assure you, or perhaps scare you, that COVID still is with us.  My wife Lorna came down with COVID after contact with someone – not quite sure who – in our church a week ago.  You know, church is where two or three or more are gathered in the name of our Saviour Jesus Christ.  Well, that’s just it, we are called as Christians to gather together.  That means if someone has symptoms of COVID and joins the gathering anyway or perhaps has no symptoms – they will likely infect others.  Our collective memories of COVID and the pandemic and all that we had to do, such as masking and hand washing and getting vaccinated have faded as time has passed.

Lorna came down with symptoms much like those of a cold – sniffles, cough, fever, and feeling lousy etc.  Due to unrelenting brain fog (her words), she suspected that it was more than a cold and dug out an old COVID test kit and, sure enough, the two lines appeared showing she tested positive for COVID – not a good thing in this case where you want to see a negative result. 

Now Lorna and I are fully up to date on our vaccinations.  Being vaccinated does not make you immune but will just lessen the severity of the symptoms.  I am symptom-free at this point and may have escaped.  Perhaps as result of being a special person; actually, just a matter of good luck.  However, that doesn’t mean I am free of COVID and have been lying low until I get a test kit and check it out.  These are not as readily available as they were at the height of the pandemic. 

There is also conflicting information online at government websites.  One site I checked said that if you are symptom-free you don’t have to isolate, but others say you should isolate if you are in contact with an infected person. 

We both stayed home from church last Sunday.  We have heard of a number of people with symptoms who have tested positive or suspect they have COVID - there may be more who are infectious but don’t know they are.  Our church – like many – has a demographic that skews to the older age – so they are in the vulnerable category, as Lorna and I are, and may be susceptible to symptoms that are more serious.  I believe it is a good idea that organizations where people congregate have policies that reinforce the necessity for people to stay home if they have symptoms that could mean they are infectious.  Also reinforcing rules around hand-sanitizing and providing hand sanitizing gel are good ideas.  We must not let our collective and individual guards down. 

Remember, the water may look safe – but who knows what lurks beneath the surface.  Blessings indeed. 

Grumpy Old Man

As I get older or just plain old - probably 76 does qualify as old –- I seem to be getting grumpier.  The question arises – if not begged (I’m still not sure what exactly begging the question is) – am I grumpy because I am getting old – an internal thing - or am I grumpy because the world is imposing a lot of things on me that it shouldn’t?  Now don’t get me wrong, I have a lot to be thankful for – a wonderful wife who is very generous with her advice- particularly when we are driving somewhere; financial security; relatively good health and a great church community we are part of. 

That being said, I find myself becoming annoyed more easily than I used to – at least in my self-assessment.  I find annoyance is right there not too far under the surface and just lurking in wait for an opportunity to show itself.  There seem to be more opportunities for annoyance to raise its ugly head these days as life seems to be more complicated.  I struggle to deal with all the modern conveniences, particularly those which come with complicated ways of operating that don’t seem to make sense to me. 

Here are a few examples to help you understand what I am ranting about this morning.  We finally broke down and got a ‘smart’ phone a few years ago.   Up until then we had an old-fashioned flip phone which was used for emergencies.   We seemed to manage quite well but decided – for some reason I don’t really remember – don’t get me started on my memory challenges – to bite the bullet and get one.  I believe we were in Maisonville Mall in London trying to get a COVID shot and there was a booth nearby – so while we were waiting for our appointment, we decided to take the leap into the wonderful world of ‘smart’ phones.  Well, it has turned out that the phone is definitely smarter than me.  I dread to get a call on it – we don’t usually give out the number – as I find it is a challenge to answer the call – we did get advice on that from someone – I forget who – that we should swipe the phone and not tap it vigorously.  I can hardly wait to try this out, but I haven’t received a call yet.  There are lots of other challenges using this smarty pants device, but I hope this gives you a sense of where I speak. 

Well, let me give you one more example.  We recently had an electronic thermostat installed.  Boy has it been fun figuring it out.  We can control it – you guessed it – on the smarty pants phone.  After some trial and error – emphasis on the error – I have it figured out but the icon on the phone keeps disappearing.  Sometimes it is there and sometimes not.  I think the phone is just trying to remind me who is in charge. 

Another area of annoyance is parking.  I am old enough – see above – to remember when parking lots had attendants who would take your ticket and tell you how much you owed, and you could give them real money to settle up.  Now the attendant has gone the way of the dinosaurs – perhaps that is my fate as well.  We have the wonders of the machines where you get to pay your money by card – if you can figure out the instructions - and hope for the best.  Recently we were in Stratford to see a performance of Macbeth and parked in a municipal lot.  You had to put in vast amounts of information e.g. licence plate number, zone number (whatever that is) and pay for the time you think you will be parking.  Now, Macbeth is the shortest of Shakespeare’s plays but who knows how long we will be parked.   Well, we probably might have managed (with help from bad language) but we/I couldn’t see the screen as it was in bright sunlight.  We gave up and luckily found a spot on the street which- Hallelujah - had an old-fashioned meter which took coins.  Moving on from parking challenges we went to the theater and tried to find our seats.  The row numbers were cleverly hidden for plain sight, and we had to guess where row D was.  It was not the fourth row back as we discovered after we made our way to the seats in the middle – to the inconvenience of others seated.  It was apparently row DD.  We tried again with no more success.  Until we found an attendant – what do you call the people who show you where your seat is – words fail me again.

In any case, I am finding life to me more complicated and my annoyance more accessible as well.  I do feel more like a dinosaur as life becomes more complex.  I realize that my annoyance is partly because I want life to be the way I want it to be, and it is less that way.  There is a self centeredness in my annoyance – why can’t things be done the way they should be - or at least the way I think they should.  I’m afraid it has never been that way and is getting less that way all the time.  It just isn’t fair – but as someone – I don’t remember who – told me many years ago – life isn’t – and they were right.  I guess I will try to be a less grumpy old man – perhaps if I prayed to that Old Man in the sky it would help.  

 

Whither Anglicanism Part 2

Last time, I reflected on a report by a Commission of the Anglican Church of Canada which was addressing what changes may be required in the structural organization of the Church given the declining membership.  Although I agree that this is necessary, it is not sufficient.  As I stated, I believe what must be faced and addressed is what it means to be an Anglican in the world today.  As the old generation of Anglicans – the one I am part of - dies and few members of generation x, y and z and beyond are apparently not interested in being part of a church – what is the future of the Anglican Church and what will that church look like?

The decline in membership has been ongoing since the 1960’s and various attempts in changing the liturgy and developing strategic plans have failed to reverse or even arrest this decline.  There are many reasons for this, and this situation is not unique to the Anglican Church.  It has often been something of gallows humor within the Church that ‘we don’t change – we’re Anglicans’.  Again, we are not unique in this as people generally don’t embrace change – especially as we become long in the tooth and soft in the middle as Paul Simon sings.  However, in life – particularly this post-modern life – change does seem to be inevitable at an ever-increasing rate.  I believe that God does intend humans to evolve, and we have and continue to do that.  One of the daily missives from the Society of St, John the Evangelist this week addressed just this:

Evolution - We are not card-carrying members of an institution called the Church. We are organs within a living organism, the mystical Body of Christ, an organism that evolves in response to the patterns of every successive age. Each moment we see, turn back, praise loudly, prostrate and thank, we grow in our capacity to mirror the faithfulness of God and make the evolution of the Body manifest. Br. Keith Nelson, SSJE

So, the question that we are faced with is, what does the Anglican Church do and how does it need to change if it is to survive?  What we are doing now is not working.  For Anglicans, what has been central to being an Anglican is worship.  We are called, as are all Christians, to gather together in the name of Jesus Christ and worship God.  The liturgy that we follow to do that has changed at various times over the history of the Anglican Church.  When I started to worship regularly as an Anglican in the late 1980’s , the Canadian Church had introduced a new prayer book – the Book of Alternative Services (BAS).  In effect, it replaced the 1962 Book of Common Prayer (BCP) as the primary form of liturgy.  There was much angst and anguish among many Anglicans as the BAS was put into practice and the BCP slowly faded into the fringes of worship.    The BAS was introduced, I believe, to modernize the language and make the liturgy more user friendly.  Whether this has been a good thing theologically, can be and is still debated.  However, the point here is that this has not seemed to have made a difference in the ongoing decline in membership.

The recent COVID pandemic gave Anglicans and other mainline churches an opportunity to dabble in non-face to face worship through electronic media.  This is proposed as possibly being the wave of the future for worship and the answer to address the decline.  This media has had a long history in modern worship starting with radio and moving to TV evangelism and now electronic media.  What has been apparent, in my assessment, is that if you are going to do this, it needs to be well done.  This was not the case in many examples of Anglican worship.   So, can electronic worship replace in-person worship and is that the answer to the decline in church membership?  If it is, we Anglicans will have to take a cash course in how to use it effectively and be serious about doing it well.

The need for gathering together in-person in work settings is being played out in post-pandemic Canada and probably elsewhere.  Working remotely became necessary and, therefore, acceptable during the pandemic.  However, now the need to gather together in the name of the organization is being asserted and calling the troops back to the office is being asserted.  The realization that young workers are not engaging with co-workers and the company structure has management raising a red flag about the lack of cohesion of these employees.  This was noted in a recent article about baby boomers not retiring and blocking younger employees from advancing in the organization, “In fact, the engagement of young workers may have declined because the work-from-home shift has had a negative impact on their careers in particular… Physical distance can become mental distance if it’s not managed right.”  Of course, in the church we are not dealing with careers in general.  However, I think that the experience of less engagement in remote circumstances is applicable to the church environment.  Worship in remote settings can fill a need for certain people in certain circumstances and should not be discounted.  However, the basis for community is gathering in person. 

As I stated last time, I believe that the experience of the divine i.e. the Holy - is what will engage people and keep them as part of the church community.  This will occur in worship if it is well done in the community of Christians gathered in the name of Jesus Christ.  It can also occur when people gather for other activities such as bible study, fellowship, and bake sales.  Gathering together is essential for the church to be a church.  How to gather together is for all of us to figure out.   

May you be blessed to experience the Divine in worship and in all your life.

 

 

Whither Anglicanism

The current edition of the Anglican Journal – the newspaper of the Anglican Church of Canada – reported on the work of a Commission “tasked with finding solutions to the church’s structural challenges.”  The official title of the commission was Reimagining the Church: Proclaiming the Gospel in the 21st Century, Structures & Resources.  It was established by General Synod (CoGS) in March 2023.

The Commission made seven statements which are meant to generate discussion rather than recommendations to be implemented.  These statements include what could be considered rather radical approaches to the current structure of the Anglican Church e.g. eliminate funding for the very publication in which the results of the Commission’s work were reported. 

This is the latest effort to address the current circumstances facing the Anglican Church where membership has been declining for many decades – since 1960 as reported in the article.  One member of the Commission states “Every strategic plan has included steps intended to arrest this decline. None has had any demonstrable impact,”

In some respects, this report by the commission amounts to basically moving deck chairs on the Titanic.  It is commendable that this report responds to the National Church which is facing the structural challenges of an organization which cannot sustain itself due to continued and continuous decline in membership.  However, I believe what must be faced and addressed is what it means to be an Anglican in the world today.  As the old generation of Anglicans – the one I am part of - dies and few members of generation x, y and z and beyond are apparently not interested in being part of a church – what is the future of the Anglican Church and what will that church look like?

In effect, the Anglican Church does not seem to be offering to many Canadians today what they are looking for to answer the questions they may have regarding what life means beyond the material world.   Asked another way, are Canadians born after the 1960’s looking for something beyond what culture is offering through social media, with its influencers and followers, TikTok, Instagram, and God knows what else, including instant easy answers to any question that pops into their heads. 

The Anglican Church has traditionally offered a way of helping people more fully form the questions that are lying beneath their conscious awareness.  It has also provided a way to respond to the questions, and in the process develop more questions, which in turn will challenge them to live that they are intended to live.  The Anglican Church does not, at present, seem able to do this anymore.  The Anglican Church has not been able to do this in a way which will connect with those people who have no interest or intention of passing through the doors of the church building on Sunday morning at 11:00 – or whatever time Anglicans gather for worship or any other time. 

Anglicans may try to copy the apparent success of other churches but if we do that, do we stop being Anglican?  In effect, do we become simply another version of what is being offered by other denominations and probably not doing it as well as they do.  What, then, is an Anglican and can the essence of what makes us Anglican be offered to people to enable them to explore and discover who they are.  We have to know what it is that makes us Anglican in essence before we can do it.  Or perhaps we can more fully discover who we are in the process of making that effort itself. Perhaps changing the structure of the organization is a necessary step but it is not a sufficient one.

In thinking about what it means to be Anglican, I can draw on my experience of what first attracted me to the Anglican Church.  It was the liturgy and music of the worship service.  I can from an experience of worship that was not strong in these areas.  I am attracted to the traditional liturgy and music of the Anglican Church but there are also aspects of the more modern liturgy and music which are also meaningful for me.  Bottom line is that I am seeking to have an experience of worship that will give me an experience of the divine.  During the time of the COVID pandemic I saw numerous attempts to make worship available via social media.  Many were, in my view, unsuccessful.  How do we connect with people in a meaningful way that will give them an experience that I have defined as the divine but also be understood as something beyond themselves - something that will give them answers to some of the questions they have not even fully formed in their minds or bodies or souls?  In addition, how can we provide an opportunity to gather in community?  Can this be done via social media, or does it need to be in person?  That is the challenge that is facing the Anglican Church and Anglicans today. 

This is probably where I should stop for this edition.  I will pick up where I have left off next time.  May you be blessed today and until we connect again.

A Day that Lives in Our Memories; A Reflection on 9-11

Where were you on that date?  There are certain dates that most, if not all, people who were alive and more than a few years old, remember where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news.  In my lifetime, the first such date was the assassination of JFK (initials are all that are necessary).  I was coming home after school, living in Fort Qu’Appelle Saskatchewan.  Then there was the landing of the first men. on the moon.  There are some other dates that stand out during my life – like the election of Donald J Trump as President of the United States.  However, the one that is most prominent in my mind that happened 22 years ago today.  It is a date that doesn’t require a year.  It is just September 11^th.  That now has the shorthand of 9-11 which is telling. 

For me it is particularly poignant because it was my first day at Huron University College in London Ontario, as I embarked on a journey which would lead to my ordination as an Anglican priest.  After my class was finished, I went over to the student centre at the University of Western Ontario – as it was then known (now just Western U.)  In the common area I noticed that everyone – and there were many people gathered – were completely mesmerized looking at the TV monitors suspended from the ceiling.  As I looked up, I saw that it was what turned out to be a live picture of the Twin Towers in New York.  As I looked a plane flew into one of the towers.  It turned out to be the second plane.   That was a momentous and tragic beginning to my formal theological education which has continued in one way or another – formally and informally - to this day. 

I imagine that most, if not all of you, remember the circumstances when you heard the news.  In my view this is probably the most significant event in our lifetime and probably beyond.  One reason for that is the almost complete reordering of the world since that day: the Iraq war, the reality of Global Warming Crisis, the pervasiveness of social media, the lack of trust in our institutions, COVID, the crisis of refugees at the borders of Western Countries, Russia’s invasion of Ukraine, and even the return of inflation.   September 11 seems to mark the beginning of the remaking the world so that it is in many ways a completely different one from that pre-9-11 world.

The question that I believe we all face is, how do we respond to this not so brave new world that we find ourselves living in?  Many of us are in survival mode.  We are hunkering down and hoping the next big change doesn’t overwhelm us.  I recently ventured into the AI world of ChatGPT after resisting that next new thing.  I was amazed at how it responded and the speed in which it responded to my request; a 500-word essay on The Jungian Collective Shadow.  I used some of the response in formulating one of the editions of these missives.  The potential for this development - probably for better and worse - staggers my imagination.  I want to cry out – the robots are taking over!  Perhaps we all should listen to the warning of Robbie the Robot, “Danger Will Robinson.” 

When it comes to change, I think of the joke, how many Anglicans does it take to change a light bulb?  Answer, we don’t change, we’re Anglicans.  That now applies to all of us.  Change will happen to us whether we want to or not.  How are we going to respond to the change?  Even we Anglicans are being dragged kicking and screaming into realizing we must change.  I don’t have any real answers - probably no one has the one easy answer that we would all like.  However, one possibility is to embrace hope.  I think of the wonderful response by the people of Gander Newfoundland to 9-11 and the commercial planes that were diverted to that airport in response to 9-11.  It was memorialized in that wonderful musical, Come From Away.  They could have turned their backs and said it’s just too much and anyway its not my problem.   But they didn’t and their response resonates to this day.  That gives me hope for the future – the ability of the human spirit to respond with love. 

Hope is todays word of the day from the Society of St. John the Evangelist:

To be patient means to tolerate or endure discomfort and suffering without denying them. Feel the pain, express it, groan, and then look beyond. Trust that God is both real and active. Hope acknowledges the present suffering while also believing in what lies beyond it.  Br. Luke Ditewig, SSJE

May you have hope on your journey in this brave new world.

 

My Enemies List

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the practice of Compassion Meditation, which was offered by Thich Nhat Hanh, a Buddhist practitioner.  I suggested applying this practice to the great commandment of Jesus Christ to love one another as he loves us – and not only loving our neighbours which can sometimes be difficult, but, moreover, to love our enemies.

The meditation is quite simple with the following mantra:

May you be happy.

May you be blessed.

May you be free and peaceful.

May you be ever loved.

May you be always loving.

I have been including this in my prayers since then and have found it to be a balm for my soul.  I have no idea if it has an effect on those I have been praying for.  However, I have found a somewhat surprizing result; I have found more and more people who I have added to this part of my prayers. 

Former United States President Richard Nixon was famous or infamous for having an enemies list of political opponents and using the power of his position as president against those on the list.  I have discovered that as I engage in Compassion Meditation for my enemies, I have rather perverse pleasure in adding people to the list of enemies that I pray for.  The list of people was rather small to begin with but as the days passed the list grew.  It now includes such people as a Canadian federal politician who will remain nameless, the leading contenders for the U. S. Republican Party nomination for president, the six members of the United States Supreme Court placed there by Donald Trump, to name a few.  I have resisted adding the unknown person or persons who spread COVID to at least 20 people – including Lorna and me – at the anniversary celebration of the local seniors club a week ago.  I am sure that person did not do it intentionally. 

Let me reassure you that I am aware – ‘woke’ enough – to realize that Jesus did not have this in mind when he commanded us to love our enemies.  To truly love does not mean to develop a list of people who fit that category and have the satisfaction of categorizing them as people who are deserving of the label of enemy.  You must truly want them to receive the benefit of the prayer i.e., happiness, being blessed, freedom, peace and love.

What I have been doing in this exercise – at least at this point – is more akin to engaging with my shadow.  I will have to confront what it is about those people on the list that are more a reflection of aspects of myself. 

There is always more work to do on the journey.  As the prayer states, may we ‘be blessed’ to do that work. 

Dreams and Liminal Space

The idea or concept of ‘liminal space’ has come to the forefront in recent years.  As noted in a recent program on CBC radio, Ideas, “Until recently, the word liminal was mostly confined to academia. Its roots are in Latin, from "līmen," meaning "threshold" or "doorstep." In anthropology, it's used to describe the middle part of a ritual or rite of passage.” 

The concept of liminal space took off during the COVID pandemic.    As noted in the Ideas program, “Online interest in this specific genre surged early in the COVID-19 pandemic. Google searches for the words "liminal," "liminality" and "liminal spaces" began climbing in March of 2020, when the pandemic first hit North America.”  This is understandable as the Pandemic had characteristics of liminal time and space.  It occurred in between the re COVID time when people could meet and mingle without undue concern and the post COVID time which people hoped and perhaps even prayed for. 

I was discussing the program with my wife Lorna recently, and she noted that dreams are liminal.  I could see her point and agree with it wholeheartedly.  This is exactly ‘what dreams are made of’ – to quote another source.  They c, cur in the space between the conscious and the unconscious.  They often occur in that time of transition between waking and sleeping.  Dreams have a quality which resonate with liminal photography which has developed in conjunction with the increased interest in liminal spaces.  The Ideas program discussed liminal photography, “Since the start of the pandemic, a very niche genre of photography has grown in popularity. Called "liminal spaces," it's largely made up of images of empty, eerie hallways, dark stairways, old arcades and dead malls.” 

Dreams provide a window into the world of the Unconscious which, is an aspect of the human psyche, identified by Carl Jung expanding on the work of Sigmund Freud.   It is part of us which is also not part of us going beyond the boundaries of our conscious awareness.  Dreams are the times in which we become conscious of aspect of that unknown part of our existence of which, by definition, we are conscious.   This is our connection to worlds beyond our awareness where “people fly and water runs uphill” to quote one of the modern guides to dreams, Jeremy Taylor.

If you want to explore the concept of liminal space, the Ideas program can be found at https://www.cbc.ca/listen/live-radio/1-23-ideas/clip/15897775-in-liminal-space.   A good introduction to engaging with dreams is, Dreams; God’s Forgotten Language by John Sanford. 

May you be blessed with many dreams on your journey. 

Let Your Little Light Shine

 Following is my address at the Memorial Service held at Chartwell Long Term Care Facility in Parkhill, Ontario.  Due to COVID there had not been a memorial service for three years. 

The Gospel of John tells us that the light shines in the darkness and the darkness did not overcome it.  We have gathered together today to remember those who we love whose life on this earth has run its course.  We have many to remember this day as it has been years since we were able to gather together in this way.  Each of those people were a light that shone in the darkness – like a candle burning bright.  Indeed, we all are people who reflect the light of God. 

As the hymn says, this little light of mine, I’m going to let it shine.  Sometimes that light shines bright and sometimes it is less bright but it continues to shine every day we are on this earth.  We have gathered here today to honour and remember those who we love and cherish, who are no longer with us on earth.  We can remember times when those loved ones shone brightly in your lives and how each or you brightened their lives. 

There is a movie which gives us what I believe is a perfect picture of how each of us can be a light for each other.  The movie is Young Tom Edison – it is an old movie from 1940 - some of you might be familiar with it in reruns.  It starred Mickey Rooney as the young Thomas Edison, the wonderful inventor.  Tom had an inventive and inquisitive mind and his mind would sometimes lead him into trouble in his youthful exuberance.  One day – or rather I should say, one night, it was his mother who was in trouble.  She required emergency surgery to save her life.  It would have to be done at home as in those says hospitals were not as available as they are today even in the post COVID era. 

There was only light provided by lanterns - this was before Tom invested the light bulb of course.  The doctor informed Tom’s father that this would not be sufficient light to perform the operation.  The family was devastated.  However, Tom – being the genius he was - found a solution.  He broke into the local hardware store and brought a large full length mirror home.  He set it up in the dining room and put all the lamps they had – which were quite a few that all homes had in those days - in front of the mirror.  The light from the lamps was magnified by the mirror and shone a spotlight on the dining room table. 

This allowed the doctor ample light to perform the operation right there in the dining room.  Tom’s mother’s life was saved and Tom was the hero of the hour. 

We each have the light of God shining within us as we have been created by God.  When we join with one or two or more people that light can become brighter.  When you visited our love ones in Chartwell, your light brightened the light of our loved ones even if it may not have shone as brightly as it once did.

We have the sure and certain hope that our loved ones are now in their heavenly home where their light is now joined with all those who have preceded us – with the heavenly choir - and become a light that is unimaginably bright than even the spot light that enabled the doctor to save the life of Tom’s mother.  That light was wonderfully bright – I can still see it in my minds’ eye.  The light in heaven which is the light of all the faithful departed shines in unimaginable glory.  Each of the loved ones we honour today have added their light to that heavenly light. 

When our life on this earth has run its course, our light will be added to theirs – to make the light shine even more brightly. Rest eternal grant them O God and let light perpetual shine upon them.

 

Don’t Let a Good Catastrophe Go to Waste

Being at our cottage in Prince Edward Island, I now have a larger appreciation for how COVID is being handled in different parts of the country.  In some ways it is almost like it no longer exists – or at least it is no longer a serious problem.  It is just one of those chronic health challengers we have to live – and hopefully not die from, like the flu.

 Both back at home in Ontario and here in cottage country, there is what can only be described as a relaxed view of COVID.  Most restrictions have been lifted or at least loosened.  We have no restrictions for travelling through provinces and no quarantine requirements or testing upon arrival in P.E.I.  which has assuredly made life much easier.  There are recommendations that we wear masks in stores and public places which is observed more in the breach than in the observance.  It is very easy to go with the flow and forget about wearing one.

The application of restrictions can lead to a somewhat illogical result.  The Anglican Church here allows us to meet without masks and to sing all the verses of hymns.  However, wine is not to be received by the congregation as it would normally, and only the priest partakes of the wine.  Go figure.

 I believe that we should not let the experience of the COVID pandemic fade into the mists of our memories and not try to use that experience as we move forward both in our religious life as well as our daily life.  This was addressed recently in one of the Daily offerings from the Society of St. John the Evangelist:  

Renewal

We are in the midst of a re-creation moment. As our world continues to reverberate from this once-in-a-generation pandemic, we are confronted with the opportunity to live differently, to not let a good catastrophe go to waste, but to heed the things that the Spirit has prompted in us: outward forms of love and stewardship, and inward forms of healing and renewal.  -Br. Todd Blackham

Many in Anglican Church and other mainline religions today in the West, despair that the church is dying and there won’t be much of the church left in twenty years, if present trends continue.  The Anglican Church in my home town of Parkhill, St, James, closed at the end of June as the latest of many church closings in our Diocese.  It certainly won’t be the last.  I won’t say it begs the question, but it certainly raises the question, what will replace it?  Canadian and all of the Western world is becoming persistently more secular with the church apparently having a much less significant part in the lives of people - particularly the younger generations. 

I really don’t know the answer to that question.  However, what I do know is that something or somethings will arise to replace organized religion.  In my understanding, this will happen because it will be the work of the Holy Spirit.  That part of the Trinity in Christianity faith and dogma often does not receive as much attention as the other two parts God the Father, and God the Son.  This is, at least in part, because it is unpredictable and not under the direct control of church authorities.  This was address in one of the Daily Meditations of Richard Rohr: 

The work of the Holy Spirit, seismic and subtle, never seems to land us in a place of perfect stasis and equilibrium for long.  Rather, it teaches us to be flexible, malleable to the ongoing creation of God such that when we are confronted with an invitation to adapt, we can respond with freedom rather than resistance.

Is there some new freedom that the Holy Spirit is inviting you into these days?

‘God dwells wherever man lets him in.’  Buber, The Way of Man, 33

So, in light of this, how do we not let a good catastrophe that COVID has given us go to waste?  It is not going to be easy for many of us who have set ideas of how we should be and what we should do.  We need to have open hearts and minds and spirits to what the future holds and where the Holy Spirit (or just ‘spirt’ for the secular folks) is leading us.  We need to use our discernment in determining if something is the work of the Holy Spirit or is the work of other forces.  However, we need to be open to what lies ahead.

 May you be blessed to engage the Holy Spirit on your journey.

 

Love God or Else

 I want to open with a quote from Lorna Harris – someone with whom I share my life every day:

I completely sympathize with those who are done with Covid. I am done with winter. It’s been miserably cold here for days. And it is freezing cold like this every single year. I ‘m not able to go out. Well, I can go out, but I have to put on my winter coat, a scarf and hat, my winter boots, maybe long johns and/or snow pants and of course mittens. This is just too much. I have a right to my freedom from winter. I am going out today and wear just a T-shirt and shorts. It's my personal choice. Winter doesn’t exist for me. And no one gets to order me around on this issue, but if I get frost-bite or pneumonia, I do expect, as my right, the best in medical care.

This was a comment that Lorna made on a Globe and Mail on-line article which talked about people who had, “had enough of COVID.”  Lorna was worried that people would take what she said literally and not as a satirical comment on this laissez faire attitude to COVID restrictions.   These people just want to get back to a life without restrictions such as wearing masks, or showing proof of vaccination status or whatever.  Lorna skewered that reasoning – if you can call it that – beautifully by showing how illogical that way of thinking is.  Just because we are tired of all the restrictions and constraints on our day to day lives, it doesn’t change the situation we are in.  To put it another way, “COVID doesn’t care.”

I must admit that I find that I have very little patience for people who take that attitude.  On the one hand, I can understand that people want to get their lives back and to be able to live without these constraints and restrictions.  Many people have been affected by the COVID pandemic rules to a much greater extent than I have been.  Indeed, as a strong introvert there are aspects of staying in my small corner that I enjoy.  I do not have young children that are being home-schooled at times.  I don’t know how I would cope with that.  I am retired so I haven’t had to deal with COVID restrictions at work.  So, on reflection I can sympathize with people who are completely fed up with the restrictions.

However, this desire to escape regardless of the impact on others and society in general are what I see as dangerous indications of what is becoming a much more prevalent attitude in our culture today – me first and foremost and to hell with others.     It is one that goes completely against the great commandment of Jesus Christ, to love your neighbour – or to give it in full:

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.  This is the first and great commandment and the second is like it: Love your neighbour as yourself.

The challenge for this commandment – and it is definitely a challenge – is that it seems easier to hate than to love.  It seems natural for us to hate the Other – whoever is different from us and whom we see as a threat to our way of living.  I can only say that as a Christian, I am called to follow that Great Commandment and love not hate. 

In closing, I will turn to my go-to guy in song, the saint of song, Leonard Cohen:

Let's talk of love not hate,  things to do: it’s getting late, there’s so little time and  we’re only passing through.  

Let us be blessed to talk of love on our journey.  

You Can’t Go Home Again

 The phrase, you can’t go home again, has been on my mind quite a bit this week.  This phrase, from novelist Thomas Wolfe, generally encapsulates the idea that you may return to the place which was your home but it will not be the same.  Things about it will have changed from what you remember and that’s putting aside the reality that your memories do not reflect how things actually were.

The phrase came to mind when I was thinking about the COVID restrictions, and dangers we have been under for the last two years, are finally lifted.  Things are not going to be like they were even if stores and restaurants and churches open up fully and even if we no longer have to wear the all-pervasive masks.  This idea was crystalized by the Gospel reading which we heard on Sunday.  It was Luke 4: 14-21 in which Jesus, who has begun his public ministry in Galilee, come to his hometown of Nazareth and holds forth in the synagogue reading from Isaiah which declares that the year of the Lord’s favour – prisoners set free, good news to the poor and more - and proclaims the scripture has been fulfilled. 

Things went well for Jesus initially but the crowd turned on him when he declares that there were foreigners more worthy of salvation than then they were.  They responded as you might expect – rather badly - and were going to throw him off a hill but he managed to miraculously avoid the people and puts them in their proper relation with God.  Jesus certainly found that he couldn’t go home again.  I don’t know if he expected a warm welcome and to be embraced by the people as the local boy who has made good.  Probably not, because he quotes the aphorism that no prophet is accepted in the prophet’s hometown.  Indeed, he wasn’t accepted by them.  Perhaps he would have been smart to quit while he was ahead and the crowd was cheering him?  However, this is not who he was and would not have been true to his ministry.

But turning back to our present situation where COVID sets the all-pervasive parameters of day-to-day life, what can we take from the reality that we can’t, as Thomas Wolfe implies, go back to the way things were?  Are we going to bemoan the fact that COVID or some variant will be endemic and will probably be with us permanently in one form or another? Will we be more mistrustful of our institutions?  Will we be more resentful and punitive to those who question authority or protest against government restrictions in our lives?  There certainly is a possibility of all those things and more coming about. 

Of course, I have no way of knowing – my record of prognostication is mixed to say the least.  However, I do know that our response as Christians should be to follow the commandment to love our neighbours.  If non-Christians don’t want to follow that advice, perhaps following the Golden Rule will work – do unto others as you would have them do unto you – or to put it another way, treat other people the way you want to be treated.  If we do that, we will all find our new home a much better place to inhabit. 

May we all be blessed on that journey to our new home.   

 

Advent 1: Hope Reconsidered

Last Sunday was the first Sunday in Advent.  Yes, this is the season of the church year which prepares for Christmas and does not actually jump right into the secular Christmas season after Thanksgiving- the American, or worse yet, the Canadian.  That mini-rant aside, we lit the first Advent Candle on the Advent wreath which is the candle for Hope. 

Hope seems to be something that we can always use more of – particularly in these times when we begin to see the light at the end of the COVID tunnel and another variant raises its ugly head and throws up more tunnel.  This time, it is the Omicron Variant which looms large in the COVID scene with possible threats of being more transmissible and perhaps being vaccine resistant.  But we live in hope that all will be well and all manner of things will be well in God’s time if not ours.

However, is there perhaps a less positive aspect to hope?  I am a strong believer that in most things there is a negative as well as a positive.  So, is there an aspect of hope that we should reconsider and not embrace fully - an aspect of hope that is not what God intends?  I was led to this cautionary thought when I tuned into an episode of On Being on National Public Radio in the United States.  The episode is entitled the Future of Hope https://onbeing.org/programs/pico-iyer-and-elizabeth-gilbert-the-future-of-hope-3/. 

The program is a wonderful exploration of the possibilities of hope – both positive and negative.  The thing that resonated with me the most listening to the program, was that living in hope can lead us to not living in the present.  The example that was used in the program was the experience of the interviewee, Elizabeth Gilbert, who was not as fully present to her loved one who was dying.  Rather than being fully present she was living in hope for a miraculous healing.  This idea was summed up in a poem by T S Eliot which was quoted by Gilbert:

“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So, the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”  ― T.S. Eliot

This does not mean that we give up on hope.  I believe that we do still need to live in hope.  The challenge for me is to hope for the right thing.  In Advent we live in the hope that the Prince of Peace will be born in us and to the world.  We can hope for peace by doing things small and large to bring peace rather than hate into our lives and the lives of those around us.  And we will live in the knowledge that in  the words of Julien of Norwich, “All will be well, and all manner of things will be well.”

May you be blessed this Advent to have hope for the right things on your journey.

Talk of Love Not Hate

 

I saw Jesus on the cross on a hill called Calvary
"Do you hate mankind for what they done to you?"
He said, "Talk of love not hate, things to do - it's getting late.
I've so little time and I'm only passing through."
Passing through, passing through.
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue,
glad that I ran into you.
Tell the people that you saw me passing through.

These lyrics by Leonard Cohen came to mind as I was reading an article in our Diocesan newspaper, The Huron Church News.  The article, A brighter Spiritual awareness, by Rev. Jim Innis, noted a signboard he had seen in London which read, “May Love Always Be Stronger Than Hate.”   This is a value and understanding that is deeply needed in these times, and possibly every time since people began to walk on this earth.

However, as St, Leonard (the saint of song as I fondly think of him) states in his song Passing Through, it seems to be getting late and the need to speak of love seems all the more urgent that we not only speak of love but live out love as we pass though this time we have on earth. 

When I think about loving versus hating it can seem that hating seems to be easier to do than loving.  Can it be that it is more natural to hate others than to love them?  It is natural to find scapegoats for the things that are wrong in this world.  Rene Girard developed a scapegoat theory of how this mechanism has been at work in the world for time immemorial.  We unconsciously can collectively find an innocent victim or victims to carry the guilt for the sins of the world.  Individually, we can find ourselves consumer with hatred for someone who’s only crime is to be different than us – different in behaviour or appearance or even their attitudes and beliefs.  We can think of the strong negative emotions - okay let’s just call it hate – for people who may refuse to be vaccinated against COVID or against officials who are setting rules that appear to force people to be vaccinated against their will. 

 

It seems much easier to hate these people than love them, but is that actually the case?  Theologians and philosophers have proclaimed that love is the foundation on which the universe rests and is bound together.  Jesus Christ based his understanding of the Kingdom of God on love being the ruling principle.  He proclaimed that the commandment could be summed up in love, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment.  And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”

You might suppose that this was a commandment because it was not something which came naturally to people.  Therefore, we had to be commanded to do and be loving despite ourselves.  However, that is not the case.  When we consider all that love has inspired in the world – great art and poetry, love sonnets and romantic novels, and the accounts of the love between people, we know that love is a great force in this world.  IS love stronger than hate as the hope expressed in the billboard?  I have to believe it is despite some of the signs to the contrary.  Love can choose us and we can be swept off our feet and lose ourselves in the depths of love but we can also choose love.  This choice was addressed by -Br. David Vryhof of the Society of Saint John the Evangelist, “Why would we choose to love our enemies and do good to those who hate us? Because that is the way of God. God never stops loving, never stops blessing. Only God’s love abiding in us can love in this way, only God’s strength at work in our weakness can make us God-like in our words and actions.”

So, let’s talk of love not hate as the song proposes and let us all choose love and not hate.  After all there are things to do and it is getting late on our journey. 

Blessings. 

The Gift To Be Simple

On Sunday in my sermon, I referenced the Shaker hymn, Simple Gifts.  The text on which the sermon was based was 1 Corinthians 12:1-11 which speaks of the different gifts of the Spirit.  For those of you who are not familiar with the hymn, it is appropriately simple but profound non-the-less:

‘ Tis the gift to be simple, ‘ tis the gift to be free, ‘

Tis a gift to come down, where you ought to be.

And when we find ourselves in the place just right, ‘

Twill be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gained, to bow and to bend we shant be ashamed.

To turn, turn will be our delight ‘til by turning, turning we come round right.

In these days of COVID, I think many of us have been living in simple ways.  We have been restricted from engaging in our usual activities and found new and possibly simpler ways to live our lives.  I’m not sure that utilizing Zoom has been all that simple - it certainly wasn’t initially having to constantly remember to unmute and deal with other technical challenges.  But it was simple when you didn’t have to travel for meetings or workshops or conferences. 

I’m not sure that anyone would have found themselves in the ‘place just right’ while engaging in a Zoom call but there were other occasions in the last year and a half where I did find the Covid restrictions to be a simple gift.  This was, I’m sure in part, because of my introversion, and in part because I am retired and I didn’t have the challenges related to working in the pandemic milieu or having school aged children who had to be home schooled.  I certainly admire the people who dealt with all those challenges, especially the essential front-line workers in health care and other essential services.

With that, I wonder about the experience of living as the hymn proclaims and being in the place just right where we ought to be.  I have been accessing my memory bank to see if I could remember a time or times in which I was in the place just right.  One that comes to mind is my decision to seek ordination as a priest.  I had a number of signs that gave me the assurance that this was the right decision – these included dreams and an experience of synchronicity.  Those signs have been born out in subsequent years.  It doesn’t mean that my experiences as a priest have been ones in which it felt like I was in the place just right.  Indeed, there were times when I wondered if God knew what He, She, or It was doing or perhaps that I had misread those signals.  However, for the most part it has been an experience of being in the place that was right and true for me.  And for that I thank God.

May you be blessed to find yourself in the place that is just right on your journey.

  

Shriven by COVID

Today is Shrove Tuesday or, less traditionally, Pancake Tuesday when Christians and non-Christians alike feast (pig out) on pancakes.  Christians traditionally observe it as a feast before Ash Wednesday and the start of Lent and prepare for this solemn season by not only feasting but also going to church to be shriven.  This is somewhat contradictory.  Christians were to be shriven – to confess their sins and be forgiven as a prelude to Lent.  Shrove Tuesday is therefore a day to not only indulge yourself in a feast before the Lenten fast in preparation for Easter.  But there you go, who says that religious observances need to be completely logical – let the mystery be.

So, let’s celebrate and get fat (it was also known as Fat Tuesday) and turn our minds to what we do or don’t do as part of our Lenten observance.

It seems to be that we have now had a year of being shriven – we are down to the basics in our lives.  We haven’t been partying with others – or have not supposed to have been doing that.  We have been eating at home instead of eating in restaurants albeit perhaps having take out meals.  One of the things I look forward to when we are back to some semblance of normal is going out to our local restaurant on a Saturday morning for the breakfast special and reading the Saturday Globe and Mail.  Or there is the other old favourite of a movie and dinner which sometimes means the guilty pleasure of a double feature with popcorn and pop for “dinner”. 

That is not much of a sacrifice when you think of all that many people have had not give up in the last year – not to mention those that have been infected with COVID and the serious medical consequences and even death that can result.  Personally, I have little to complain about and much to give thanks for.

Will this year-long shriving – being shriven of those things which are so important in life – have a lasting effect on people and how we approach life once COVID has been defeated or at least controlled?  Will it make us appreciate more fully the joys of family gatherings, or gathering with others for many different occasions?  Will practicing Christians or those of other Religions return to worship together in person or will we be satisfied to worship by gather remotely via social media?  Christians have the assurance from Jesus Christ that where two or three are gathered together in his name he will be there.  Does gathering together via the internet qualify?  Perhaps, but I am not sure that Jesus would concur if he returned tomorrow.  To go down that theological rabbit hole further, can a concertation of the Eucharistic elements – the bread and wine in the communion - be valid if conducted electronically.  I leave that for our Bishops to ponder. 

Another thing I have truly missed is gathering with others to sing – whether it is in church or in secular gatherings.  There can be some singing on-line but, truly, it is not the same muting your self and singing along with a leader or singing your part alone on Zoom and having it put together remotely and listening/viewing the modern miracle of all the singers coming together in song in the same tempo and hopefully in tune. 

Returning to normal will, I am sure, not be the same.  However, we can reflect on this past year of being shriven by COVID and appreciate what is important and meaningful in our lives and what of that experience we want to incorporate to enable us to live more fully as God intends us to live.  The end seems to be in sight but do not let your guard down – keep social distancing, wear your mask, and don’t forget to wash your hand for the full recommended period – what is it, singing Happy birthday twice? 

Blessings on your Lenten journey shriven or not.