It has been over a year now that I have been the Cathedral Administrator, and at one of the first staff meetings that I attended, someone had the dandy idea that the Cathedral staff members should take turns writing a blog for the website. (Not my idea by the way.) A little discussion was held regarding the matter, and it was decided that yes, we could manage it. How hard could it be?

I'm Too Old For Halloween

Tuesday, October 31, 2017 Written by

 

I so fondly remember Halloween from my youth. As a young child, we would travel to the neighbours and show off our costumes and receive the customary treat. You see, I loved candy. I loved chocolate. I loved bags of chips and creamy toffee. I loved Rockets and Sweethearts and pretty much anything else that we generally would not have had on a regular basis. I dreamed of the days that I would be a "big boy" and allowed to go to the nearby town and get even more treats. How special it was when, on that Halloween night in grade 5, I got permission to stay at my good friend Kent's house and at exactly 4:45 pm we hit the road, pillow case in hand, and made our journey around the town. We traveled every street in town. We relished the thought of all our goodies. Even as our arms began to grow weary of the weight we still did our best to carry on.

I Love You, Mémère

Thursday, October 26, 2017 Written by

 

I remember when my Mémère died, I was pulled out of school in the middle of the day, went home, packed and went with my family straight to the small town where she lived with my Pépère and my Aunt and Uncle. It was the middle of the week, but it didn’t feel like the middle of the week, or even that I had anywhere to be other than there. On our way to the funeral home our first morning there, we walked past the elementary school in town. There were kids laughing and playing and running around. And I thought ‘What are they doing? Why are they at school? Shouldn’t they be at home?’ It took me a few minutes before I realised that, though my world had stopped turning, their world kept on going and that they had no idea what my family and I were going through. It was like I was in a bubble, insulated from the realities of everyday life.

When there is a funeral in the Cathedral, I find, more often than not, that same bubble effect that I had experienced comes to dwell for a time in the Cathedral. The work day starts as it usually does, with phone calls and mail and the like. But, the moment the funeral home car pulls up and the family and friends of the deceased begin to arrive, there is a change in the atmosphere – the bubble begins to descend...

 

A Blog About "Nothin"...

Thursday, October 19, 2017 Written by

Just like in the TV show Seinfeld, when George and Jerry had to pitch to TV executives, this week's blog is about "nothin". I struggled for a couple of days and spent a few sleepless nights wondering what I was going to write about. The deadline drew nearer and nearer and I just couldn't wimp out. As a staff, when we started doing weekly blogs we were given tips on how to write a blog, the do's and the don'ts, write about things we know, make it interesting, not too long, etc.

At work, my day is filled with numbers, figures, accounts and spreadsheets, and by the end of some days, I find that I only interacted, for the most part, with the two computers I have in my office. As interesting as it is to me, as I enjoy my line of work... there is really nothing there to blog about...

 

Phase One

For as long as I remember I have been a singer. Mom would tell me that at 4 years old I would stand in front of the television and sing and pretend to play guitar when watching Tommy Hunter singing and playing his guitar on the Country Hoedown Show. Apparently, Mom called me “A little Performer”. Mom and Dad both played guitar and one day I remember holding my Mom’s acoustic guitar on my lap to just strum the strings. I would hold my ear close to the sound hole for a louder sound. One time I picked out the first couple bars of the Bonanza Theme song. Bonanza was a popular western television show. Wow…I thought…I just played a tune.

For my 5th birthday Mom bought me a little guitar that you could wind-up and a tune would play. Apparently, I made up words as I sang about anything...

Where and When

Thursday, October 5, 2017 Written by

When I was in University, a friend of mine, let’s call him Johnny, posed a question to the group of us who were having lunch together and talking in the University café. He asked: “If you could live a life anywhere in the world at any time in history, where and when would you like to live?”

Well! You would have thought that someone had all given us a million dollars with the level of excitement at the table. Almost immediately, ideas were flying around.

 

Hasta Luego!

Thursday, September 28, 2017 Written by

 I have decided to resign as Youth Minister at Holy Family Cathedral. This decision has come with lots of discernment, deliberation, and dialogue; it has been a hard one to make – I really do wish I could stay longer! But, over the past few seasons, I have been realizing how much I need a different work role that will support & sustain Micah & I as we grow in our Vocation. Therefore; the time has come for me to move onward. We’ll still be around on Sunday celebrations! We’ll see you all there!

To all the youth & young adults that I had the privilege of walking alongside these past two years – thank you for your courageous yes to God! Keep on living in the truth of knowing that you are God’s beloved sons & daughters, called to greatness, sustained by grace. Turn to God with your daily living, He’s with you! Keep in touch. I will miss being your Youth Minister! 

A few years ago Jane and I were talking about our bucket lists. I named a few things, then narrowed it down to just one: experience a total solar eclipse. We checked, and saw that one was coming up nearby in 2017. We started planning.

Monday Washday, Tuesday Ironing…

Thursday, September 14, 2017 Written by

 

Recently my wife was relaying some news from her mom about an older aunt whose husband was in the hospital. The aunt was concerned that she might not be able to visit her husband the next day because it was Monday and she had to get her laundry done. Our kids looked at their mother blankly.

Why, they wondered, couldn’t she do laundry on Tuesday, or Sunday? We tried to explain to them that for many people of that generation, there was an order to life’s work and you didn’t vary from it. So much so that it was incorporated into several Victorian nursery rhymes. Quoting an article by historian Robert Wood: "In the old days, the housewife’s work week was ordered by a strict schedule: Monday, washday; Tuesday, ironing; Wednesday, mending; Thursday, market; Friday, baking; Saturday, cleaning; Sunday, church. Cleaning was done on Saturday because Sunday afternoon was visiting day. The routine was strictly adhered to by almost everyone.”

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