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...

The Cathedral of the Holy Family in Saskatoon, SK is seeking an outgoing and engaging full-time Coordinator of Youth Ministry to become part of our parish ministry team.

 

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...

Registration for our preparation programs for Reconciliation (Confession), Confirmation, and First Communion is up and running. The program starts in late-October.

This is for all children aged 7 & up.

See the information and fill out the registration form at: hfsacraments.ca

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.”

Start of a New Year

Friday, September 8, 2017 Written by

 

It's the start of a New Year!

Well, maybe not a new calendar year. But to me, the beginning of September has always felt much more like the dawn of a new year than January 1st ever did. There is a newfound energy as the lazy days of summer are put behind us. The signs of renewal are everywhere.

As a kid there was of course the start of a new school year and all of the excitement that revolved around that. We had new clothes, new shoes, new books, new crayons. Chances are you’d make some new friends depending on how your class seating plan was arranged. The school floors were freshly waxed, sometimes walls had been painted or new construction had occurred. Almost certainly you’d have a new teacher. After 2 months apart everyone looked a bit different. Some kids had grown taller, some had braces or new glasses, a few had different haircuts. The hierarchy of the hallways and playground had shifted as everyone was now one grade higher.

On Thunderstorms and Missing Dad

Wednesday, June 21, 2017 Written by

 

One of the last and most powerful things said to me by my Dad before he died was "never grow tired of being thankful." I tend to believe that I have, for the most part, always been a relatively thankful person. Many of my parishioners can quote my famous line: "the greatest sin of the first world is the sin of ingratitude." My health experience in the last few months has shown me even more the importance of the gift of gratitude. Having a heart issue and not responding real well on the hospital table has given me much reason to reflect. You see, I wasn't scared of dying. My mind, my heart, my whole being was okay with the reality of going to be with God. What I struggled with was that I had not thanked the people in my life for everything they had done for me. One of my favourite penances in the confessional is to call to mind the blessings God has given and to thank God in a special prayer. Since returning to full time work, I've made it an even more important mission to promote a message of gratitude. No gas pump jockey, no teller, no cashier and no teacher goes without a word of thanks from me. Transforming the world and changing the attitudes of people begins with a spirit of gratitude on our part. Dialogue, communication and appreciation are key to a sustainable world peace.