Remembrance Day 2023

As a child of the 50’s, preparation for and attendance at Remembrance Day ceremonies was exciting and significant. My Dad and two uncles had served in World War II so it was very exciting to watch them parade down our main street with their comrades proud with the thought there would be no more war. In school we prepared by memorizing and reciting “In Flanders Fields”. Though I am sure our teachers told us the story of the poem’s origin, now in my 70s, I have lost memory of those details and wonder if you may have too.

John McCrae, The author of “In Flanders Fields” was born in Guelph, Ontario to Scottish parents. John was described as warm and sensitive to people and animals. A bright student, he showed interest in the military and in writing poetry. He was the first student from Guelph to win a scholarship to the University of Toronto. There he completed his medical training while also publishing many poems and short stories. He joined the military and led a battery with the Canadian field artillery during the South African war. In 1914, when Britain declared war with Germany, John McRae enlisted - along with the 45,000 other Canadians stepping forward to serve. He was 42 at the time so was posted as a medical officer. In 1915 while in Ypres, Belgium, his friend, Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, was brutally killed in action. Lieutenant Helmer’s remains were buried in a makeshift grave in a field where many crosses marked the graves of so many unknown soldiers. The poppies were just beginning to bloom. The next day John, while sitting on the footboard of an ambulance reflecting on the tragedy of the day before, penned “In Flanders Fields” in 20 minutes. It is the most widely read poem in honour of those who have given their lives in the hope for peace.

I would invite you to read his beautiful poem with me every day we pray for peace.

-Maureen Condon, Associate, Sisters of St. Joseph

World Mission Sunday

World Mission Sunday – October 22, 2023

by Father Ron MacDonell, SFM (Scarboro Missions)

On October 7, the world awoke to the news of horrific violence in the Holy Land, making it a very “unholy” land, a place of fear and death. The teachings of Jesus came immediately to mind: “Put your sword back into its place, for all who take the sword will die by the sword” (Mt. 26:52)“ In everything do to others as you would have them do to you, for this is the Law and the Prophets” (Mt 7:12); “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’  But I say to you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your Father in heaven” (Mt. 5:43-45a).

“But I say to you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your Father in heaven” ”

— (Mt. 5:43-45a)

This is the mission that Jesus entrusted to his disciples then, and to us now: to love everyone, even our enemies, and to be people of peace embracing everyone in our human family. We are all sisters and brothers. On World Mission Sunday, we stop to renew our commitment to this mission, our “sending forth” by Jesus into world to be lights of peace and love in the darkness of fear and hatred.

We do not have to look far to see where we can live our particular missions. For over thirty years, I have shared life with Indigenous people in the Amazonian rainforest of Brazil. In particular, I have accompanied the Makushi in the struggle for their language rights. Community leaders and schoolteachers have worked hard at producing materials such as bilingual Makushi-Portuguese dictionaries and radio programs in Makushi to promote the teaching of their language to the new generation.

The Makushi people also fought for decades to have their land reserve approved by the federal government in 2005 as the “Raposa/Serra do Sol Indigenous Land.” However, their reserve and the lands of the 1.7 million Brazilian Indigenous, representing 350 different groups, have come under attack in the past year. A group of politicians proposed the “Time Frame” bill, which would mean that the Indigenous could only claim land they already inhabited on October 5, 1988, the date when the new Federal Constitution of Brazil was promulgated. This would mean no new reserves or no expansions of existing reserves – a huge drawback for the growing Indigenous population.

Good news! Happily, on September 21, 2023, the bill was voted down, 9 votes to 2 votes, by the ministers of the Federal Supreme Court. This victory was due in large part to the numerous protests organized over the past year by Indigenous groups and their allies, including the Indigenist Missionary Council of the Catholic Church. This missionary activity in defense of land and life was blessed by God. The courage of the Indigenous and their allies was rewarded with renewed hope for the life of future generations.

St. Luke tell us that Jesus sent out seventy-two disciples ahead of him, with this instruction, “Whatever house you enter, first say, ‘Peace to this house!’” (Lk 10: 5). They were successful: “The seventy-two returned with joy, saying, ‘Lord, in your name even the demons submit to us!’” (Lk 10: 17). On this Mission Sunday, let us remember that we are like those seventy-two disciples. We go into the world with hope and love and, through God’s Holy Spirit, the demons of fear and hatred are defeated. Let us remember their example when we become discouraged: the mission is not ours but God’s. We pray in gratitude with St. Paul, “Now to him who by the power at work within us is able to accomplish abundantly far more than all we can ask or imagine, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.” Eph. 3:20-21).

by Fr. Ron MacDonell, SFM (Scarboro Missions)

Image: Unsplash/Javier Miranda

Cheer Up the Lonely Day

Who knew there was a “National Cheer Up the Lonely Day”? I certainly didn’t until just recently. It originated in Detroit Michigan by quiet & kind Francis Pesek. His idea was to have such a day to remind people specifically to be kind to the lonely. One man with one idea that caught on. Now, on July 11th every year, this day is celebrated in the USA and many other countries.  One might ask, why only the lonely? Well you have to start somewhere! National Cheer Up the Lonely Day encourages us to bring joy and cheer into the lives of those who are struggling with loneliness. 

The Campaign to End Loneliness states “Loneliness can affect anyone. Experiences of loneliness can vary, but its effects can be profound and wide-ranging. It is considered by many to be one of the largest public health challenges we face.”

• In 2022, 49.63% of adults (25.99 million people) in the UK reported feeling lonely occasionally, sometimes, often, or always [1]

• Approximately 7.1% of people in Great Britain (3.83 million) experience chronic loneliness, meaning they feel lonely ‘often or always’ [2].

• This has risen from 6% (3.24 million) in 2020, indicating that there has not been a return to pre-pandemic levels of loneliness [2].

Types of loneliness

• Emotional loneliness – 'the absence of meaningful relationships'

• Social loneliness – a 'perceived deficit in the quality of social connections'

• Existential loneliness – a 'feeling of fundamental separateness from others and the wider world.'

Please be kind to someone today even if they are not lonely. Heck, I’ll go out on a limb here & suggest we be kind to everyone every day!

-Maureen Condon, CSJ Associate

Header Image: Unsplash/Ante Hamersmit

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REFERENCES: [1] Campaign to End Loneliness with Dr Heather McClelland (2023) Analysis of quarterly report data provided by the ONS from the Opinions and Lifestyle Survey for Jan-Dec 2022 using a representative sample of people aged 16 and over in Great Britain. Note: an average of 2,625 participants engaged with the ONS Opinions during each wave of the Lifestyle Survey over this period.

[2] Campaign to End Loneliness, The State of Loneliness 2023: ONS Data on loneliness in Britain (2023).

Thoughts on the Summer Solstice

There’s Fire in the Heart

Passion and Compassion Thrive

An Alive Human

Fire in the Heart haiku - Gurunam Khalsa (2003)

“Empty yourself continually in honor of the Incarnate Word who emptied himself with so much love for you (Phil.2:7).
Make your commitment to live in the practice of the most sincere, true and profound humility possible to you. ”

— MAXIM 3

Many suns have passed since I was young and filled with unbounded enthusiasm. At that time, gatherings with friends centered around exploring issues like the feminine face of God, women’s spirituality, and our role in the Church. Though engaged in social justice work, the group also created opportunities for personal reflection and even solstice celebrations.  Both summer and winter solstices held different energies. We all did too.

IMAGE: Unsplash/Isi Parente

Burnt into memory is one particular Summer Solstice when members of our group gathered in the large garden of a friend to celebrate this zenith moment of the year around a solstice fire.  Did we know that jumping over the flames was supposed to bring us good luck and rid the soul of evil? That doing it three times would make the ritual even more powerful. And the higher the jump, the better?

As we partook in a potluck dinner together – each dish a reflection of the taste, skill and inventiveness of the individual cook – we reflected on the joy of being one despite a diversity in age, religious background, body type and sexual preference.  We were simply a group of women, gathering to celebrate our value and role in society. With wild abandon, the fire jumping began. Oh, it felt good until one of us twisted her ankle and fell, luckily not burning herself or her clothes but twisting her ankle quite badly. Frenzied fun gave way to anxious concern as we rushed to attend to her needs.

Jacob Peter Gowy's The Flight of Icarus (1635–1637)

Hints of the Icarus myth invade my mind: Icarus, though advised by his father to neither fly too high to the sun nor too close to the seas to escape imprisonment, instead soared high and beyond, so close to the sun that the beeswax holding his wings together melted from the heat. Perhaps it was fear that motivated him or a sense of his own strength and will but regardless, his actions were guided from within and not from a place of trust in his father.

Perhaps there is a bit of Icarus in all of us. A very wise Sister Shirley Tapp, csj once told me that the flute cannot be played unless it is hollow and allows the breath of God to move through it.  Aspiring to fly high like Icarus, fueled by our own will and desires or jumping over the Fire of the Sun/Son can have unfortunate outcomes.  Instead, on Summer Solstice and each day we wait for the Son-rise that warms and ignites the Holy Spark of Love within us. 

- Susan Hendricks, CSJ Associate | Winnipeg, MB

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REFERENCES: 1) Fire in the Heart haiku - Gurunam Khalsa (2003). Haiku Heart: Vol. 1.  West Palm Beach: FL: HeartLuck Global Publishing. 2) Maxim 3 as quoted in https://www.sjabr.org/about/congregation-of-st-joseph/maxims.

The Living Water Promised to Me

In her book, Hidden Women of the Gospels, Kathy Coffey points out that of the 1,426 people given names in the Scriptures, 111 of them are female and many have no name. In contrast to say, Andrew, James or John, we meet the Samaritan Woman in this Sunday’s gospel. Can you imagine being referred to as the Toronto Woman or the New York Lady? Surely, Jesus would have called the Samaritan Woman by her name. What might have been her name? So, before you listen to this unnamed Samaritan Woman tell her story, might you give her a name? Your name?

Judith Fritchman; Living Water, The Woman At The Well

The day is so hot and the water-pot so heavy … I come in the hot sun when no one is around because the other women laugh at me, quietly, in whispers. They talk about me and how I live. Don’t they know the pain I have felt over these years? I just want them to look at me and smile, acknowledge my presence. I am treated as an outcast by women of my own nation, my own bloodline.

But here I am alone … Wait, I am not alone … there is a man sitting at the well. Just what I need… Another man to deal with in the hot sun … I just want to get my water-pot filled and leave. ‘Give Me a drink,’ He says to me. Who does he think he is, asking me a woman, a Samaritan woman no less, for a drink?

Yet He looks at me - like no other man has ever looked at me. His eyes pierce me, as if He is looking into my soul, the depths of my being. He sees everything - the sins, the pain, the sorrow, the injustice. Somehow, something within me is changed. He speaks of ‘Living Water’. Is it this Living Water that changes me? I can feel this water cleansing, refreshing me. I am the one now who wants to drink - to drink more of this Living Water, to quench the thirst of my dryness, the dryness of my sin, the dryness of injustice, the dryness of my sorrow. I am not ashamed, as I was with the others, that He knows my life, because He has not judged, has not condemned me.

Now I must go and tell the others, ‘Come and see the man … could He be the Christ?’ They do not need to believe me, but to come and see for themselves.

I have left my water-pot behind! I no longer need it because now I have the Living Water promised to me by the prophet from Galilee.

Does this woman’s story resonate with you? Are you, and I, not often like the Samaritan Woman at the well? She speaks to us in our ‘parched’ times, so with her let us raise our hearts and voices.

Quench our thirst for meekness when we are parched by a need for power.

Quench our thirst for humility when we are parched with pride.

Quench our thirst for compassion when we are parched with disregard.

Quench our thirst for forgiveness of others when we are parched with revenge.

Quench our thirst for joy in You when we are parched with sadness.

Quench our thirst for boldness when we are parched with apathy.

Quench our thirst for salvation when we are parched by our sinfulness.

-Mary Timko, Associate of the Missionary Sisters of the Precious Blood