The refugee crisis: make it personal

I’m a follower of one who began his life as an asylum seeker. I’m a member of a family of faith whose history stretches back to Abraham, and is summarized in refugee terms: “my father was a wandering Aramean.” The God who has called me has this penchant of binding up his life with 3500those who are on the margins, with the vulnerable and the weak. To take on the name of Christ, then, is to bind your life with the plight of those very same people.

So it is no surprise that Jesus calls people to a care and compassion for others, regardless of the differences and circumstances. Every person who takes on the name of Jesus isn’t afforded the option of turning away from outsiders. In fact, our very reputation and the name of Jesus is wrapped up in that sort of generous care. “Listen also to the immigrant who isn’t from your people Israel but who comes from a distant country because of your reputation … do everything that the immigrant asks.” (I Kings 8:41ff)

The plight of refugees has never been more stark, obvious and in your face. And, no doubt, the complexity of the situation is vexing: the instability of Eastern European and Middle-Eastern political climates, the risks and dangers of radicalized jihadists, the sheer scale of the need.

So what do we do? Listen to the refugee-Jesus, where we find the simplest, clearest of wisdom. “So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.” (Matthew 7:12)

But that sounds too basic for this crisis, too simplistic for global geo-political problems, right?

I’m convinced that the Jewish carpenter is actually the wisest, smartest being to live, and so I’m persuaded that his deceptively simple words are actually the wisdom of the ages, something that is meant to play out in personal relationships and between global neighbors.

It’s often called the Golden Rule, and thought to be another version of something repeated within different religious streams. And while a semblance of it is seen in other religious contexts, what Jesus says is unique and transformative. We see forms of this Golden Rule in eastern Confucianism (Confucius urges, “do not do to others what you would not wish done to yourself.”); among Greek philosophers (the Stoic Epictetus said “What you avoid suffering for yourself, seek not to inflict on others.” and Socrates wrote “What stirs your anger when done to you by others, that do not do to others.”); and in rabbinic Judaism (Rabbi Hillel said “What is hateful to you, do not do to anyone else.”). These versions are both negative and passive. Avoiding or refraining from something I would not want done to me is a different standard of action than actively pursuing the thing I wish for myself for the sake of the other, which is the life Jesus invites into.

The brilliance of Jesus’ wisdom for how to respond pretty much to any situation is this: make it personal. The gold standard for moral action is to remove it from abstraction, from the pointed-finger deflection of “what others should do,” and from the resigned shrug of “it’s too complex so let’s leave it to the experts.” Instead, Jesus makes us the authority on how to respond to our friends, neighbours and global, geo-political issues: do to others what you would have them do to you.

Forget the professors, pundits and policy wonks; check your own heart.

For a moment, as best as you’re able, enter into the story of a refugee. If it was your home that was riddled with bullets and bomb fragments, your neighborhood a rubble, with neighbors and extended family killed; if you had no money because the local economy was devastated due to the instability; if your children went to bed hungry; and if you made the sane but crazy decision to get out of dodge and walk to escher_stairswherever was safe, how would you want to be treated? If you were stuck for years in the purgatory of a refugee camp, watching your children sink into the despair of a hopeless future, facing some Escher-like bureaucratic government approval process, how would you want to be treated? If you lacked all access to a flourishing life, far from any semblance of home, dependent upon the goodwill of others, how would you want to be treated? Think of the hopes a refugee has for their lives, for their family. Imagine the fears that dominate their lives? Then think, “if I was in that person’s shoes, what would I want?” What would you hope for from foreign countries and governments when yours was corrupt or impotent to do anything to help you?

See what Jesus is doing? He taps into our own natural, God-given instinct to care for ourselves but then pulls the most liberating, redemptive move. He takes that inward-looking instinct but pivots us outward, redirecting all those good instincts for care and protection towards the other. Whatever we hoped and wanted others would do for us, he now commands us to go and do that for others.

And did you notice the first words: “in everything.” That’s pretty comprehensive scope. Don’t try to limit this wisdom for small-scale issues. “In everything.” This is not a kindergarten lesson in niceness. It is the wisdom of the ages, saving us from inward-focused fear and self-absorption, aligning ourselves with the grain of the universe, which is God’s self-giving love, his fondness for the least, the last and the lost.

A refugee is not a problem but God in disguise. They are a gift for anyone who carries the name of Jesus, helping us to know the meaning of that name and calling.



Pour mes cher enfants

I hate that I had to tuck my kids into the darkness of a terrible world this weekend. I could see fear creep over them as they witnessed the dark hearts of men drunk with hatred, propelled by the power of distorted ideas. It broke my heart to see them instinctively gather extra blankets, trying to find cover from an inscrutable world.

What sort of world do we hand to our children? Where ordinary public spaces, like restaurants and concert venues, are targets and good ordinary things, like planes and bodies, are bent into instruments of death through some sin-warped imagination, where Jihadi Johnny is not a sick character in an ugly film but a real person doing unthinkable things.

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I wish for a different time for my kids but the truth is that what has played out in Baghdad, Beirut, and Paris is simply more of the tired story of sin in our beautiful but broken world. I can’t avoid it so I wonder, how do I equip my kids to live in this moment, to rise up to the call to live well in these times we are given?

I’m hopeful for what I see in them, the deep-in-the-bones awareness that these acts saw against the grain of the universe. I’m glad they find it incomprehensible that humans can do these things. But I wish I had better answers for them about what to do. These realities are so daunting, so overwhelming.

And yet, I also don’t want them to feel powerless in this world, to live as if fear rules or that they have to possess political clout or position to make a difference.

In one of his letters, C.S. Lewis writes, “Lord, how I loathe big issues!” It was an echo of a stream of wisdom in the gospel. Jesus repeatedly highlighted the remarkable potency of small things; whenever he spoke of God’s Kingdom at work in the world, he used images like salt, children, yeast, and seeds.

I’m finding in the small, ordinary practices of Jesus a way for me and my kids to protest violence. I do believe there’s a limited place for the larger exercise of force to curb evil, and I pray for those leaders who bear the weight of the world, praying for a wisdom beyond themselves to guide and direct. Those big acts of savvy diplomacy and military engagement are necessary as corrective responses to a world that has lost its way. But the foundations of a world set right are found elsewhere, in smaller, ordinary acts and practices.

Small acts are so needed because they possess a nuance that the big can never deliver – and the complexity of our world demands subtlety and nuance. An institutional response or national action just doesn’t communicate the needed relational subtlety and personal nuance that a face-to-face conversation or act of hospitality does. When I listen to the story of a refugee instead of the chatter and rage of social media, I’m thrust into a very nuanced and personal engagement. There’s nothing abstract in the personal act of extending and receiving forgiveness – the up-close tears and expressions of regret are part of the reweaving of a frayed social fabric.

So I’m encouraging my kids to respond in small acts as a way to respond to this world they’ve inherited:

Turn me tender: when we prayed as a family this weekend, it was the most basic and important small-act response: to pray for all those who vandalize goodness and are enemies to peace; to pray for the hurting, the victims; to pray and long for a world where there is peace for all. It looks, even feels, so small, so useless. But as we bring our aching hearts, our bruised hopes, our rush to judgment before God, what happens is our hearts are turned tender, to borrow a line from folk artist Martyn Joseph. Our world doesn’t need more brittle hearts and curdled spirits – praying keeps us humble, inviting God to be the judge on the injustice we see all around us, freeing us instead to pursue the singular call to love.

Swift to understand: every morning as my kids head off to school, I tell them: “Learn lots but love more.” That’s not a little pep talk for them each day but a reminder of a good way to live. Those small acts of understanding – taking time to listen well, becoming students of those different from us, listening to and telling the stories of our lives – all are catalysts for compassion, respect and goodwill.

Love generously: and then, even when they don’t understand, I hope my kids will show generous love. This is hard, especially when something like hate or fear feels so much stronger and real. So I hope they practice love, small acts of love for others even when they don’t feel like it. Those regular acts of love, civility and common courtesy shape a disposition of good will towards others and help establish a wider common good.

Delight as defiance: Could it be that our best protest to all that is evil and wrong is to deeply delight in all that is good? Here’s the thing about evil – it only exists as a parasite on the good in the world. Evil is a vandal of all that’s right in God’s beautiful world. A defiantly good protest to evil, often the antidote to fear, is to delight in what is good.

The day after the Paris attacks, I was driving my son to his ball hockey game. We were listening to the Vinyl Cafe (a Canadian radio show of story and music – Americans, think Prairie Home Companion) and we laughed hard and long at the cracking good story of Stuart Mclean. It was a joy that tapped into something truer than evil, something deeper that heals.

Isn’t this part of why Jesus invited us to be like children, because their small acts of delight and beauty form a counter witness to the violent cycle of insult, offense and harm.

Perhaps the most subversive act is beautiful and small – to go play hockey on the street; read stories that delight; sing (it’s really hard to remain enemies with people you’ve joined in a song) and dance (same for those you’ve linked arms with in a dance) and enjoy a good meal (and same for those you break bread with). Defiantly play, create and laugh – because joy is stronger than evil, love always bests fear, and as the story of Jesus reminds us: “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” (John 1:5)


And here is that beautiful song of Martyn Joseph, “Turn me tender.”

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A little light on a quiet life of faith

In Canada, we know the old, old story well. It’s a story we love to tell because we know its true. It’s the secular story, of how religion is finally the casualty of the forward march of human enlightenment, ushering us into a non-religious, bias-free and objective space to live. It’s a story hummed in choruses of John Lennon’s Imagine, peddled over unexamined water-cooler conversation and perpetuated by caricatured conventional wisdom of religion.

Trouble is, its bogus.* The popular story of secularization is a myth. It’s what Charles Taylor calls a subtraction story where the secular space we have is the distilled good of a society that has jettisoned belief, superstition, and religion.

The secular story is insisted upon with increasing vehemence. Methinks the secular Emperor protests too much. And as, Jamie Smith notes, the brash, loud, aggressive secularism we see may likely be the last gasps of an imploding worldview.

While vocal secularists protest too much and too loudly, many people remain quietly living out their faith, and with verve, in this secular age. I saw glimpses of this vibrant faith reality the other night at the launch of Faith in Canada 150. Held in the lobby of the CBC broadcast center in Toronto, Faith in Canada 150 is an initiative celebrating the role and telling the story of faith in Canada. It builds on the words of the first Prime Minister Trudeau, Pierre Elliott Trudeau, who declared that “the Faith in Canada 150golden thread of faith is woven throughout the history of Canada from its earliest beginnings up to the present time.” It’s a winsome reminder to a nation that loves to tell the old secular story that there is another story.

The keynote address was given by Kevin Vickers, former House of Commons Sergeant-at-arms who is hailed as a hero for ending the attack on Parliament Hill on Oct. 22, 2014. Vickers talked of a mostly unseen quiet life of faith lived out in the world of law enforcement. He told how his faith enabled him to be a man of peace, how as a homicide investigator he treated the worst of offenders with human dignity, how prevention, education, compassion, empathy, and facilitation are vital tools in law enforcement, and how enforcement is last tool you want to pull from the policing toolbox. He told one story of policing an aboriginal conflict in New Brunswick, ordering a few pots of coffee to be sent to the warriors, and when no progress was made, at the end of his rope for what to do, he sat in a vehicle with the warrior leaders. All he could think to do was pray the rosary, and strangely he found them responding and praying with him. Then as he talked about the attack in Ottawa by Michael Zehaf-Bibeau, he spoke of regret, wishing he never had to do what he did, and then of saying a prayer for Michael, and for his own forgiveness.

If it wasn’t for the brazen public nature of the violence, you and I would likely never know the name of Kevin Vickers. But that wouldn’t mean his life of faithful service would not exist. His daily, faith-motivated service would still be very much woven into the fabric of his country. All we would know was the common goodness of the ordinary common good we enjoy everyday.

He lived out the simple scriptural wisdom of 1 Thessalonians 4:11-12:

“Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own business and work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody.”

Isn’t that such contrarian goodness – nothing showy about a life of faith. In following Jesus, there’s no room for theatrical religion that seeks to justify your existence by how big the audience or how great the applause. Jesus has a blunt word for that – hypocrisy. Instead, Jesus calls people to simply live out faith, modestly and unobtrusively, working mostly behind the scenes.

The beautifully hopeful realization for me was that the CBC lobby was filled with people like Kevin Vickers – people of faith placed within Canadian culture and society (most in significant places and influential positions) but largely unknown, hidden from the public eye. They were CEO’s and homemakers, musicians, professors, therapists, and accountants; people in business, media, law, the arts, government, entertainment, social services, education, engineers, development workers, investment brokers, and so many more. A handful you might recognize but most of them you would never spot on the street. Yet all quietly living out their faith, weaving together the common good we call Canada.

There’s the dilemma for people of faith living in a culture that tells the old story of secularism – how do you respond and remind people of the living faith tradition that has made Canada what it is without then resorting to self-promotion?

Of course, that doesn’t mean you say nothing, hiding your light under a bushel. But mostly, it is found in leading “a peaceful and quiet life in all godliness and holiness. This is good, and pleases God our Savior.” (1 Timothy 3:2).

That sort of faithful living should also bring steady encouragement because you really don’t know how many of God’s people are at work as salt and light, preserving and conserving, building and growing, for the good of all. Those people are far more than you think.

* I’m not here denying what Charles Taylor names as Secular3, the reality that we do live a time when belief in God is not axiomatic.

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Augustine for the dog park

Did you hear this one: “two gods walk into a Toronto bar …” The makings of a bad joke right? Add in talking dogs and it gets even worse. Scooby-doo meets Percy Jackson.

Thankfully, Giller Prize short-listed Fifteen Dogs is none of this but rather a inventive, thoughtful wisdom romp (it’s an apologue – think Aesop and Animal Farm) through what it means to be alive and human. 23129923

I really loved this book in all sorts of ways. I love dogs and this is a dog book. The story is set in Toronto (right in my own neighbourhood of Roncesvalles). And its a provocatively thoughtful book.

It opens in Toronto’s Wheat Sheaf Tavern where Greek gods Apollo and Hermes wager one year’s servitude on a Sleemans-fuelled bar bet – if animals were granted human intelligence, would they die happy? Wandering into a nearby veterinary clinic, they decide to settle the matter by changing the lives of the fifteen dogs in the kennel, giving them human consciousness and intelligence.

The rest of the book is both wonderful and strange, heartbreaking and hilarious as the dogs begin to see the world through new eyes, all the while keeping their dog essence. A few examples:

  • One of the first flickers of consciousness for Rosie, a German shepherd was to wonder “what happened to the last litter she’d whelped. It seemed grossly unfair that one should go through the trouble of having pups only to lose track of them.” 
  • Atticus, a Neapolitan Mastiff and leader of the pack, finds that “all the old pleasures – sniffing at an anus, burying one’s nose where a friend’s genitals were, mounting those with lower status – could no longer be had without crippling self-consciousness.”
  • Benjy, a resourceful beagle, immersed in the dog-eat-dog, status-ordered world of canines, wished “for a place where the echelon was clear to all, where the powerful cared for the weak and the weak gave their respect without being coerced. He longed for balance, order, right and pleasure.”
  • Majnoun, a black poodle, after watching a movie with a human friend was strangely unmoved: “It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in films. It was that he could not stand to see so many distant worlds without being to smell them.”

These dogs encounter deeply human longings – for love and friendship, the ache at the beauty of language, the challenges of knowing and being understood, the nostalgic or fearful wish for the way things were. Creative in entering the world of dogality (as Calgary artist Caroline Stanley calls it), Fifteen Dogs is one of those lovely thinking books, a rich consideration of what it means to be human.

Because consciousness is the air we breath, the water we swim in, we rarely stop to consider it. Author Andre Alexis helps us to rediscover the wonderfully perplexing reality of intelligence and consciousness by transposing it into these 15 dogs. What does it mean for a dog to have a soul? (I wondered if 15 was a reference to the debunked work of Duncan McDougall who weighed dying patients, finding they were 21 grams lighter after death, and then conducted the same test on 15 dogs and finding no difference, thus without souls).

Vittore_carpaccio,_visione_di_sant'agostino_01The transposition of human intelligence into the sniffing, panting, humping, chasing world of dogs provides a sometimes jolting window into what it means to be human. At times you catch a renewed sense for the wonder and nobility of human nature as it’s discovered in the life of a dog. But then you find yourself shocked at the base, bestial behaviour as it’s set within human consciousness (it’s humbling to remember our real animal connections and also ugly to see when we descend to live like dogs).

In the end, we learn we are what we love and we are because we are loved. It’s like a little bit of Augustine set in a dog park, and the mash-up is beautiful.

* (As for the artwork, Andre Alexis mentioned that “If I had to name a visual artist who influenced the writing of the novel, it would be Vittore Carpaccio whose painting “St Augustine in His Study” (with its charming maltese dog listening to the voice of God) was an inspiration to me.”)

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An election day prayer

God of good order, government is your gift through which you rule earthly life. And on this election day in Canada we begin in the place of gratitude – there is so much to thank you for despite the flaws of this campaign. Thank you for the goodness of this country you’ve placed us in; thank you for a day like this that many across the globe can hardly imagine; thank you for the privilege, so easily diminished and discounted, of a real voice in our political system.

We thank you for all those men and women who have run for election among the various parties, people who stood for something and so afforded us a choice. Thank you for these candidates, their families, staff and all the passionate volunteers who have worked so hard to present a compelling vision for this country rooted in their deeply held convictions. After a long campaign, give them rest and a sense of your affirmation, no matter what happens today.i will vote

God of grace, we pray today not for the government we deserve but for something far better. We’re praying today that you tally all our votes and gather our voices to raise up a wise government that is good for all, not just for a few. We pray for a government that will remember the poor while while keeping a flourishing economic house in order. We pray for a government that will treasure the environment, finding innovative ways to care for creation and embolden all in our responsibility as its stewards and caretakers. We pray for a government that will lead us to live harmoniously across this amazing country, despite our profound diversity and differences, helping us to find common ground and enabling us to disagree with civility and respect. We ask for a government that will be a courageous and compassionate world neighbour, taking wise stands against global bullies and providing generosity and protection for those in great need around the world.

God of love, at times fear and suspicion have smeared this campaign. But today remind us that it is love that casts out fear. So no matter where we mark our ballot, may we vote for the visions and ideas that inspire hope for the future rather than tempt us to cower in fear or suspicion. Regardless of the outcome tomorrow, make us a people committed to building bridges and working together for the common good.

And, please God, help us to do this with some hilarity and joy. Election campaigns are necessarily serious business but we play politics with all too much glum earnestness. Forgive us our humourlessness. Remind us to laugh at ourselves, at all our posturing, bluster and puffed up self-importance. Fill us with a greater joy in your guidance of this good nation.

And we pray this in the name of Jesus, our King, the one who was branded a rebel and executed by the government of his day. Amen.


A dual citizen’s voters guide

In Canada, we’re days away from electing a shiny, new federal government (U.S. friends, you’re pretty much always in an election cycle so this post likely connects with you too). My wife and I were talking about the dilemma of voting in this next, or any, election.

Looking over the different party platforms, Betty was sharing how she is pulled in by different planks in each of the various party platforms, by unique qualities in different leaders. But there are also a number of elements in each party and leader that rankle and feel disjointed. My wife is not a dual citizen in Canada and therefore won’t be voting in this election, so maybe we can chalk what she’s feeling to her lack of Canadian citizenship – but that’s not the dual citizenship I’m considering here.

This sense of unease she describes, of not aligning with any political platform or party, is a fair summary for the Christian experience in society. If you find your faith so identified with any political agenda or movement, its probably time to examine how your faith has been co-opted. Jesus won’t play the mascot for anyone’s political agenda.

That’s the rub of being a spiritual dual citizen. The gospel makes a Christian confounding and inexplicable to most people in our world, striking the political right as far too liberal and smelling to the political left as too conservative. And it likely means you wince a little as you cast your ballot.

Christians are citizens of another Kingdom and citizenship in God’s Kingdom shapes your politics.Yet that’s not a passport we quickly flash. Many Christians can more closely identify with a particular political party or agenda than with God’s Kingdom. We have grown very comfortable in the polis of this world that we can easily forget we are citizens of a heavenly city.

Since the Kingdom of God and this world are intertwined, a shared space at this time, we don’t abdicate engaging the political realm and opt for complacency. Rather, political participation, including the important privilege of voting, is engaged as an act of faith and done with a distinct posture, allowing the bigger vision of heaven to direct our living and shape our hopes.

For example, there’s a recognition that real change won’t happen through the next government – whichever party forms the government. Every government tends to rearrange the furniture. When the Avett Brothers sing out “your life isn’t changed by the man that’s elected,” that’s not political cynicism but sober realism. It’s quite natural to place serious hopes in our political system and leaders. But history, and the scriptural record, demonstrate again and again that the next occupant of 24 Sussex Dr. will not be a messiah to right the world. Our hope is in someone else.

Then there’s our primary call – to follow Jesus and not the ideology of any party nor the lure of the halls of power. Too many hopes gets dashed and so much disillusioned cynicism grows because people, including Christians, see political power as ultimate. But followers of Jesus understand politics as penultimate, a potential servant for the Kingdom Jesus is bringing. The particular posture of a Christian won’t be found in how one votes (so please don’t christen any party or candidate as God’s chosen); it’s always been found in the daily, ordinary re-enactment of Jesus’ self-sacrificial love.

But yes, this way of Jesus does shape a discerning vote. It fosters a faithful calculation of what you can put up with or what you can let go of in order to pursue God’s vision for the greater good. Dual citizen voters understand that political leaders are asking for more than a simple vote; they’re asking for your heart, your allegiance to a specific vision of common life. But that issue is already settled for a dual citizen. So what political vision can you most align with even as you affirm your prior allegiance to Christ the King?

Here are a few thoughts on how the way of Jesus might shape a faithful, discerning ballot-box decision:

  1. Love your neighbour: This concern for the flourishing of one’s neighbour, the other, was central in the life and teaching of Jesus (he was serious about that “do unto others” thing). And he demonstrated a special care for the weak and the vulnerable in the neighbourhood. In Robert Farrar Capon’s memorable phrase, his eye was on “the last, the lost, the least and the little.” So explore each party platform for the care it provides for indigenous peoples, immigrants, refugees, the poor, children, the unborn and those nearing the end of life. How are the vulnerable being protected and uniquely served? Will the party you vote for treat others the way you would want to be treated by the government, by society?
  2. Birds of the field: creation is the treasured background to the Jesus story. He is the creator of all things, after all; in him all things hold together. For any follower of Jesus, creation is holy and any desecration of it is a smear on the Creator. The environment and climate change is THE big issue, a generational issue for our time, yet one that is getting scant attention. Which party is promoting wise care for this glorious gift? Who is creatively challenging Canadians to deal with climate change in the strongest ways?
  3. Selflessness – Jesus said “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.” Those words run counter to pretty much every slogan or promise we’ve heard in this election. It seems the operating assumption of most political leaders is that we are self-interested automatons, concerned only about our own welfare. Instead, ask yourself, which party invites me to live sacrificially, for the sake of others? Which has the courage to call us out of our self-absorption for the sake of others? Who has the guts to ask us to do with less now so that next generations might flourish?
  4. It’s the economy, stupid: Jesus talked much about money. He knew how quickly it becomes an idol that bullies us into servitude and blinds us to its ultimate demands. You catch sight of this in how most parties make economic issues central, in how convinced leaders are that what moves us is what’s left in our pockets and accounts. But which of the parties dare to place some things higher than the economy?   Anyone? Beyond the idolatry of the economy, which party values the created good of work. Who has a competent plan to spur innovation, cultivate conditions for all to flourish, and create jobs that give dignity and a living wage?
  5. Humble leadership: Jesus was pretty big on servant leadership, measuring real strength in the capacity for humility. That’s a hard commodity to discern in an election campaign, which are rah-rah, sound-bite measured, peacock affairs. Good governance, as opposed to getting elected, requires another skill set – a humble capacity to find common ground, finding and fostering willing partners, acting with transparency and extending trust. Who is best able to seek compromise for the common good? Who among the leadership hopefuls has demonstrated this character, along with a compassion of spirit, a hopeful imagination, a reticence to polarize, someone capable of carving out a middle space where a coalition for the common good can gather?

It’s the simplest of actions – marking a plain X.  But it’s an act of faith, hope and love, rooted in the self-sacrificial way of our King, Jesus.

(and here’s the Avett Brothers “Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise” video)

<p><a href=”″>Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise</a> from <a href=”″>Jason Mitcham</a> on <a href=””>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

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All this juice and joy


Spring finally showed up in Toronto.  And along with it, the cherry blossoms in High Park, a week-long canopy of blossoms.  The park was packed with people guzzling in Spring, creation’s bacchanalia of juice and joy.



Spring – Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

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