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Flying Away
9/29/2009 3:32:32 AM
In about 24 hours from now I will be boarding a plane for an adventure. I am off to Russia. This is a country I have wanted to visit for some time. Circumstance has now made it possible and I will be away for two weeks visiting St. Petersburg and Moscow and points in between. I can hardly wait! We will be learning about Eastern Orthodoxy and the Russian culture.
 
People have asked me details about the trip and I must confess I have been so busy getting ready to leave that I am not really sure of the details. I am going to trust the tour organizers and go with the flow! I have had books stacked up that I intended to read and maps that I have been meaning to look at. But my life has been too full to do that preparation. So I am going with a completely open mind and heart. Keen to see all there is to see.
 
My favourite moment, when going on this kind of vacation is that moment when, belted into my airplane seat, I can feel the thrust of the plane as we soar up into the sky. It seems as we take flight the obligations and duties that have filled the busy days of preparation drop off as the altitude rises. It really is a letting go!
 
So tomorrow I will be flying away. Off to a new-to-me country, culture, language and people. I will bring back tales of sites seen and experiences enjoyed and I will be keen to tell you all about it. See you in a couple of weeks.
Sitting in The Dark
9/25/2009 2:44:13 AM
Carl and I stole away for an overnight this week. Each year we make our annual sojourn to the Stratford Festival and Tuesday was our day to do that. We drove cross-country Tuesday morning enjoying the countryside as we traveled. We noted the encroaching autumn as we saw trees decked in fall colours.
 
We took in two plays at the Festival Theatre. In the afternoon we saw Cyrano and in the evening West Side Story.  Two more different plays it would be hard to find in terms of style and era – one originally written in French set in a century long gone. The other, a musical, set in an American city in the 50’s. However, in each the tale was a classic love story, love gone wrong, love overlooked. Each play illustrated the passion and the longing of love.
 
I have always loved the theatre. My favourite part is just when the lights dim and the audience grow quiet. That moment is all about anticipation. As a member of the audience, where will I be taken? What will be exposed to my imagination? How will my emotions be stirred in the next two hours? That is what the arts are all about. What happens on stage is all about what it does to our being. The external gets translated to the internal. Almost without exception, the arts mirror themes of theological struggle … good and evil … forgiveness and guilt … love and hate … justice and injustice. Theatre is a medium that allows for much more imaginative work than some other artistic mediums. As a member of the audience I have to do some of the work to make the play come to life. My imagination must fill in some of the gaps.
 
With the tunes from West Side Story rolling around in my head I can still hear the words of bitterness and despair of Cyrano as he sees his true love slipping away from him to follow after another. Tuesday at the theatre lifted me to another emotional sphere and reminded me of the passion and longing of the human heart.
 
I love the theatre!
It's All About Community
9/24/2009 9:26:50 AM
It seems I have been AWOL from the blogosphere – sorry about that. September hit here at BUC with a wallop! There seemed to be an endless list of things to be organized and attended to. It has reminded me what a vibrant and active faith community we have here. As I sat with the crowd of about 40 people at the “Second Annual Golf and Grub” last Sunday night I relished how good it is to be together with people. There have been numerous opportunities here at the church over the last few weeks for people to gather. The obvious time is, of course, Sunday morning worship. As people came forward at our “Merging of the Waters” service it was a privilege to hear of people’s summer adventures and travels as well as the significance that bodies of water have for people. In the listening to the stories there was a strong sense of returning to home. This is often what coming to worship feels like for me – coming home.
 
There are other opportunities for folks to gather here around shared interests and common concerns. Many of our groups have re-started after a summer hiatus some have included new people joining in for the first time. There is also our first time group, our BUC Hiking Club that was launched last Saturday. That same day our new Living Waters Presbytery got started at Camp Big Canoe. At each event people were making new acquaintances and old friends were catching up after the summer.
 
All of this underlines for me the value and importance of community. We are with God and know God in many ways … in creation … in mystic moments …in solitude and especially in community. It is in community that the presence of God is often experienced in the other. As one of my favourite hymns says, “We are one as we share, as we share brokenness and fear, in the touch of a hand there’s a sense that God is here. We are one as we care, as we heal we are healed, and we share warmth in God’s embrace as we meet together in this place.”
Living the Transition
9/4/2009 8:55:45 AM
It’s Labour Day Weekend. A bundle of thoughts and feelings are carried within those words. Does it signal the end of the summer routine? Is it the last swim in the lake and putting away the lawn chairs? Does it mean back to school? Or, maybe, off to a new town for university? For kids is it eager anticipation or anxious caution about a new school year? For parents does it mean the house will now ache with an emptiness not known before? For most adults it means sharpening up the pencil to start writing in all the regular commitments in the fall calendar as things start up again.
 
Traditionally, Labour Day is celebrated as the symbolic end of summer. It is the weekend for the last picnic, the last barbecue, the last chance to travel before ‘back to school’. But, the holiday originated out of labour disputes and early Labour Day events were more in the forms of protest by workers. And while Labour Day is celebrated in both Canada and the United States the holiday originated in Canada on July 23, 1894 when the Canadian Government enacted legislation making Labour Day, the first Monday of September of each year, a national holiday.  Parades held in support of the Labour Movement and to push for justice for workers evolved to an annual celebration which led to what we now know as the transition to the fall season.
 
Here at the church we see it as the turning from a more relaxed summer pace which we enjoy from mid-June to Labour Day weekend to the more demanding ‘all-systems-go’ pace through the rest of the year. We have been busy this week finalizing plans for fall programs and activities and believe it or not thinking ahead to Advent and Christmas – Yikes! Enjoy your Labour Day weekend and if Tuesday morning sees you heaving a sigh as the school bus drives by, so be it.
 
A Lost Art
9/3/2009 8:01:51 AM
I received a letter in the mail. It was a note really but it is so unusual to get actual real mail in my mailbox, not junk mail, not bills, but something someone has taken the time to write, that I cherished it! With the convenience of e-mail correspondence has become fast and immediate. I am not sounding the complaint of a curmudgeon who grumbles about anything new. I really value e-mail communication. It is convenient and like telephone answering machines makes life streamlined. But …letter writing has become a lost art. I keep a file of letters I have received over the years that have touched me and reminded me of the important things of life.
 
There is something about knowing that someone has taken the time to select the paper, considered the note, put pen to paper, maybe even wrote a rough draft before committing to the page, then hunted up a stamp and finally, made the trip to the mailbox to put the letter on its way. The letter has then been sorted and delivered to my mailbox. Think of the hands that have contributed to the production and delivery of that letter! And then of course, there is the sentiment that it carries. Letters can change people’s lives. Sometimes letters carry bad news. The letter I received made my day and served as a reminder that simple actions can have significant impact.
 
Much of our Greek Testament is made up of letters written to congregations. They describe for us life in the early church and disclose that life in any community can be filled with both tension and delight. Some of the letters in the Bible include encouragement to the congregations to be more inclusive, others tell them to stop fighting, and still others introduce controversy that still simmers in some circles.
 
We do well to remember how much a heart felt letter can mean to another. Why not get out your pen and paper and write someone a letter today?
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