Today was a beautiful day!
Bright sunlight and warm wind filled the church and, as it often seems to at this time of year, light cast rainbow-coloured shadows on the pillars in the sanctuary. Looking at their colours made me think, as Andrew talked about the many years during which St. Andrews has been a church in the same place as the city has grown around it, about how the shadows have, do and will fall the same way each fall, and that the rainbows will most likely to appear each anniversary Sunday. Regardless of the advance of time, the season will bring the same direction of light.
Coming to church this morning, after opening our daughter's birthday presents (because St. Andrew's birthday is her birthday too!) and watching the police memorial parade, especially when listening to Andrew talk to the children about lost gifts, lead me to reflect upon all of the imperfect and heartfelt contributions of those who have acted for the common good.
Ottawa's police, to whom I waved today, and to whom I feel a great deal of gratitude, are in a lot of trouble right now for a series of ostensibly unrelated assaults and misconduct allegations. These allegations speak to systemic problems. As a one time defence lawyer, I am both grateful to and wary of police. I am deeply ambivalent about the militaristic pomp of the police memorial. Thinking about my daughter's birthday made me wonder what my parents gave me on my seventh birthday: I don't remember. I have ambivalence about that too, thinking that everything I have done for my children, my parents worked hard to do for me. Hundreds of years of church history at St. Andrews are a legacy for which I feel deep gratitude, and with which I feel somewhat disconnected, being a relative newcomer to this city with no roots in Ottawa, with all of the family names celebrated on the church windows and walls that belong to another time also being unfamiliar to me.
It is a lot of things pulled together, like the wind rushing into the sanctuary when the doors opened after the service, like the rainbow patterns on the walls, a swirling of many things, and greatest among them for me today gratitude. I am grateful that others built this church: grateful that my family has been welcomed into St. Andrews' church family and hopeful we can for many years become part of its history. I am grateful for the contributions of the police to my safety and that of others. I am grateful for my own family. In the paradoxical way that it is possible, I am grateful for lost and forgotten gifts. They may be gone but a legacy is left by the intentions of justice, love and peace in their giving.
Rebecca.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
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The image I found compelling about today's passage from Mark was, as Andrew put it, that the sick were brought to Jesus. It's interesting to consider how this idea could relate to how we minister to the greater community. Do we bring people to Jesus, or are we effectively taking Jesus out to the people? And which are we called to do? It was also interesting when Andrew described the scribes as "the religious ones" whereas the four friends who brought the paralyzed man were the men of faith. The distinction between these two groups, these two modes of thought and behaviour when considered within the context of bringing people to Jesus is food for a lot of thought. What the passage seems to say quite clearly is that religiousness - being "well-read" in scripture - is not so important as simply and truly believing. Having faith and living that faith and bringing others in to experience that faith is what Jesus calls us to do.
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