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Christmas is a time of great joy for many, but for those who are grieving and experiencing the loss of a loved one, the season can have the opposite effect. Corleen McLean shares her experience and the blessing she and her family received from the Saskatoon Congregation in 1999.
By Corleen McLean, Pastor of the Saskatoon Congregation I was fortunate to be born into a family that valued children, family togetherness, and doing things for others as a family. Growing up, we had one night a week that was family night. Our family night took many forms. Sometimes we would play a game or watch a movie together. Sometimes we would go to the park, play ball, or go skating or sledding in the winter. Sometimes we would complete a task or chore together. Sometimes we tried out new recipes, with everyone helping to cook our meal. The point was being and doing together. My dad was a great combination of serious, with the ability to laugh and have fun (though he didn’t want to be too silly), while Mom could be a little more silly than serious. As my brother, Jason, and I grew up and moved away from the family home, holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving became our new version of family night. We made the most of our time together on these holidays. Jason got married in October of 1998, and by then his wife, Darla, had been part of our family nights for a number of years. Then came 1999. It started like any other year. At Easter, our family was together. Some of us were making plans to attend family camp at our church campground, Hills of Peace, in July. Mom and Dad were planning a holiday to British Columbia in August to visit Mom’s cousin and do some sightseeing. Then, unexpectedly in mid-July, my dad, Gerry, got sick, went to the hospital, and died—all within 48 hours. He was 56. We were devastated. We survived the months leading up to Christmas that year, doing our best to find joy in our new normal while working through the endless number of decisions and paperwork that come alongside a death. Thanksgiving came and went, and it was tough. Firsts are hard. As Christmas approached, our joy as a family seemed to wane, and we started just going through the motions. Help with Christmas hampers: check. Help plan the Christmas Eve service: check. Half-hearted caroling with the congregation seemed to be the best we could do. It was then that our congregation and extended family stepped in and provided much-needed care and attention to the McLeans. They didn’t try to deny our grief or help us get over it. They walked with us in that grief, supporting us with pop-in visits, invitations to homes, meals, and activities—while acknowledging that we probably wouldn’t be the best company, and that it was okay. This was such a blessing to us. My mom’s sister and her family invited us to get out of town and join them for a few days at Christmas. They planned a crazy Olympics for all 12 of us to participate in, with events you’ve never heard of: upside-down Mario Kart racing, blindfolded fingernail painting, a create-a-stocking-cap contest, calf roping (using a little metal calf on wheels), and many more. Everyone had to participate—there was no sitting out. We started out a little tentative, but before long we were full-on belly laughing. At one point, while watching my uncle try to paint my cousin’s fingernails while blindfolded, someone said, “This is so silly—Uncle Gerry would have hated this.” The stories came quickly, one after the other. “Remember when Uncle Gerry played the donkey in the Christmas pageant? He wouldn’t go on stage, so the compromise was that he hid behind the organ holding one end of a rope. The lead actor held the other end, and Gerry tugged on it every so often and brayed once in a while, making the congregation laugh.” “Remember when Jason made a shirt with a crazy patterned fabric in home economics class and brought it home, laying it on the table with a note for your dad asking him to pick a tie to go with it? Your dad wrote back that there wasn’t a tie in the whole world that would go with that shirt!” “Remember when your dad said…?” “Remember the time Uncle Gerry…?” The laughter grew—healing laughter—and with it came the acknowledgement that things were different that year, but there was still joy to be experienced within the happy and sad moments. The blessings my family received that Christmas in 1999 were many: gifts of compassion, time, presence, remembrance, shared joy in the face of adversity, and yes, even silliness. This isn’t meant to be a sad story. It’s a life story. Life can be many things—messy, beautiful, happy, sad, scary, unexpected. Running through it all can be joy at different volumes—sometimes an undercurrent, sometimes a marching band. When our joy as a family seemed to wane, it was those around us who helped turn up that volume. As we start our Advent journey, keep doing what you do, friends. Check in on your family, your friends, and your neighbours. You might rekindle someone’s joy and not even know it.
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By John Hamer, Canada East Mission Centre Historian
We have entered the season of Advent, whose name comes from the Latin word adventus, meaning “coming” or “arrival” — denoting the arrival of God among us, the incarnation of Christ that we celebrate on Christmas Day. This is the period of the calendar in the northern hemisphere when the days are shortest and the nights are longest. This was a time of special hardship and anxiety for pre-modern people, who lacked the artificial lighting and central heating that most of us now take for granted. Early Medieval Christians responded by making extraordinary spiritual preparations. By the 6th century CE in the Latin West, it was common to set the month leading to Christmas apart as a time of penitence and fasting. The tradition of marking the four Sundays of Advent by lighting the candles of an Advent wreath is much more recent. Johann Hinrich Wichern was a Lutheran pastor and theologian living in Hamburg, Germany, in the 1830s. He founded a social service institution called the Rauhes Haus to shelter and educate neglected children, the mentally handicapped, and to care for the elderly. During Advent, the children would ask daily if Christmas had arrived — “Is it Christmas yet?” “Is it Christmas yet?” “Is it Christmas yet?” — so Johann repurposed an old cartwheel by decorating it with candles: 24 small red candles and 4 large white candles. Each weekday or Saturday, one of the red candles was lit, and each Sunday of Advent, a white candle was lit, allowing the children to count down visually. In this way, the Advent wreath and candles had the same initial purpose as Advent calendars — which also date from 19th-century Germany and count down the days until Christmas. Advent calendars today usually take the form of a box containing 25 doors, which are opened each day to reveal a tiny present or candy. The practice of the Advent wreath spread, and over time, the number, form, and symbolism of the candles have evolved. The wreath itself symbolizes that God’s love is infinite, represented by the evergreen leaves set in a circle. Most wreaths today consist of four candles, which are understood to represent hope, peace, joy, and love. Often, three of the four are violet (a traditional liturgical colour of Advent), along with a single pink candle. In this tradition, the pink candle represents “joy,” marking a break in the penitential cycle on Advent’s third Sunday. (In other liturgical traditions, all four principal candles are either blue, gold, or red.) Sometimes a fifth candle, usually white, is placed in the centre of the wreath. This candle, which is lit last, symbolizes Christ made manifest among us. Hope, peace, love, and joy are concepts central to the Christian understanding of God’s goals for creation. In our own denomination, however, they have taken on additional meaning through our mission statement: “We proclaim Jesus Christ and promote communities of joy, hope, love, and peace.” What are some of the traditions that you, your family, or your congregation observe during this sacred season, where we prepare ourselves to experience the sacred story of the incarnation of God’s Word at Christmas? By Apostle Shannon McAdam,
I have brought home many learnings from my fall tour of the British Isles and Western Europe. One of these has particularly stayed with me: how people there have provided impactful, meaningful ministry in small, humble spaces. As I visited congregations in the UK, I noticed that people take great pride in buildings that are much more humble than many of the facilities our congregations have in North America. And no one seems to let the size of their space limit what is possible to offer as ministry for their community. In Sutton, I met a congregation that opens every Wednesday morning for coffee with the community. People wander in from the neighbourhood on their morning walks or intentionally head to “their church” for a hot drink, a cookie, and—more importantly—friendly conversation. At long tables in the small church hall, people sit and catch up on their lives. The congregation also has thrift tables around the edge of the room where people can buy household goods, books, and clothes for just a few pence. Most think of it as “their church,” even if they aren’t members and have never been by on a Sunday. A little later on Wednesday mornings in Clay Cross, members of the congregation and the larger community gather in their sanctuary to divide food into hampers that people in need can purchase for a very nominal amount. After receiving an overwhelming number of tins of baked beans as donations for hampers, a congregation member came up with the idea of also serving a simple hot lunch of beans on toast on Wednesdays for anyone who might be hungry for a hot meal and/or some conversation. “Bean Still” was born, and has become a weekly tradition. At Stockport, one room serves as sanctuary, dining room, children’s play area, and meeting place. Their kitchen is smaller than my condo kitchen, and yet they served us a generous lunch when we visited, with homemade soups, fresh bread, cheese aplenty, and desserts (complete with custard!). These places inspired me to think about how often we assume our spaces—not just our churches but also our homes—are too humble or small to invite anyone to. But in reality, people will remember far more about how they felt when they visited, and the quality of the relationships they formed, than about the décor, the size of the space, or how fancy the meal was. Could you “risk something new” in your space? Is there something simple you could offer that might bring warmth and hope to others’ lives? Because, as Stassi has challenged us to think: “What if we get it right?” We won’t know unless we try! By John Hamer, Canada East Historian
Stained-glass windows have deep roots in Christian history. They were popularized and made important by Abbot Suger of St. Denis in the 12th-century Kingdom of France. Suger’s abbey housed the royal crypts where most of the kings and queens of France have been buried. He wanted to renovate and rebuild his abbey church on a grand scale in a new style, using the latest engineering technology. He ended up building what we now think of as the first “Gothic cathedral.” The most important component of the new church were its windows — much larger and letting in far more light than earlier Roman and Romanesque structures. These were decorated with stained-glass images of the saints and vignettes of Bible stories. But these were not meant simply to be pretty or to tell stories to the illiterate. The windows had a theological purpose. Drawing upon the Gospel of John’s description of the divine Christ — “In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind” — Suger allegorized light as the source of divine revelation. In his conception of stained glass, the natural light of the sun was lux, which was then mediated through the gem-light prism of the windows, becoming lumen or metaphysical light. Finally, that lumen entered the eyes of individuals as “illumination” — a spiritual light that elevated the mind and fed the soul. Suger developed his ideas from The Celestial Hierarchy, an important theological text he believed had been written by Dionysius the Areopagite. Dionysius was an Athenian leader in the Book of Acts who converted because of Paul’s preaching (Acts 17:34). Tradition in Suger’s day held that Dionysius became a Christian missionary in Gaul, ultimately serving as the first bishop of Paris, winning renown as “the apostle of France.” After Dionysius’ martyrdom, he was buried in Suger’s abbey, which was named in his honour — “Denis” being French for Dionysius. (Modern historians have concluded that Denis of Paris, the author of The Celestial Hierarchy, and the character from the Book of Acts were actually three different individuals.) Stained glass has continued to provide illumination within our own Community of Christ tradition in churches across Canada. Magnificent stained-glass windows from the historic Maitland Street church in London were preserved and are now housed in the Woodfield church. Stained-glass windows from the historic Soho Street church in Toronto are preserved in the heritage rooms of Toronto Centre Place, the Reaching Out Centre in Mississauga, as well as the church history museum in the Temple in Independence. Other beautiful examples of stained glass include renditions of the church seal in buildings as far afield as Edmonton, Calgary, and Proton. Does your church facility include stained glass? Do you know its history? Please share photos and the story with us: [email protected] By John Hamer, President of Sionito
When faced with the scale of seemingly intractable problems in our country and our world, we sometimes can’t help but ask the question, what can a little church like ours do in the face of human suffering? Wherever we live in Canada, we cannot help but be aware of the housing crisis: from basic affordability to lack of sufficient housing and ultimately the problem of homelessness. But for the past half century church members in Toronto and London have worked to be a part of the solution in their communities, founding our social housing charitable affiliates, Sionito and Zerin. The Sionito Group of Charities broke ground earlier this year on a new development located on Finch Avenue in Toronto that will provide affordable housing to 158 people who might otherwise be in danger of homelessness. Last month, the Federal government recognized the project as a model and singled out Sionito as a trusted partner. At a media event held at the construction site, two members of the Federal Parliament announced the launch of the government’s new “Build Canada Homes” program. Adam van Koeverden, MP for Burlington North/Milton West, and Ali Ehsassi, MP for Willowdale, also share the news that the government would devote an additional $1.5 billion to support projects like the one Sionito is currently building. The event illustrated the trust and goodwill church members like Bryce Taylor, CEO of Sionito, have built over the years with all levels of government partners, as we have fought together for housing justice. The teams at Sionito and Zerin are to be congratulated for continuing to build on the good work started decades ago, addressing one of the greatest challenges our country faces. When we ask ourselves, “what can a little church like ours do in the face of human suffering?” Let’s always answer, “we can do our part!” This Sunday, members and friends of Community of Christ will gather to partake in the sacrament of the Lord's Supper, also known as Communion. When we think of this sacred meal, we immediately recall the scene of the Last Supper. In the Gospel of Mark, Jesus offers bread and wine to the disciples, saying, "This is my body," and, "This is my blood" (Mark 14:22–24). In Luke, he adds, "Do this in remembrance of me" (Luke 22:19).
Christians continue to share in this meal in remembrance of Jesus—but why? Is it simply a symbolic ritual that keeps the church connected as we reenact what Christians have done for two millennia? Or does something miraculous happen when the minister speaks those familiar words over the emblems? What really happens during the Lord's Supper—and, consequently, the meaning of this sacrament—became a source of bitter controversy during the Protestant Reformation. The Catholic Church maintained that the bread and wine, while retaining their material appearance, become in substance the body and blood of Christ. This is transubstantiation: the outward form remains bread and wine, but their inner reality is changed. In the Eucharist, these simple elements participate in divine reality, just as Jesus—though fully human—shared the same divine substance with God. Protestant reformers rejected this doctrine. Ulrich Zwingli went so far as to say that the Lord’s Supper is purely symbolic—a remembrance of the Last Supper. Martin Luther, on the other hand, taught that the body and blood of Christ are truly present in the bread and wine, not because the elements are transformed, but because God is omnipresent. John Calvin proposed a more moderate view: Christ is not bodily present in the elements, but through the Holy Spirit, believers are lifted up to participate in Christ’s divine life. In Community of Christ, we bless the emblems, saying that we will “eat and drink in remembrance of the body and blood” of Christ, so that we may keep the commandments Jesus gave us and that the Spirit may be with us. Our Communion prayers express a theology of spiritual presence and transformation through remembrance—not transformation of the elements themselves. It is therefore Calvinian in character, emphasizing communion with Christ through the Spirit—not a merely symbolic act, nor a bodily presence. Communion is not about the metaphysics of the emblems; it’s about the real presence of Christ, recognized by the Spirit when the community gathers, remembers, and is nourished together. Interestingly, our church’s understanding of the Lord’s Supper is reflected not in the scene of the Last Supper, but in a miraculous story from the final chapter of the Gospel of John. After the Resurrection, the disciples are back at the Sea of Galilee. They go fishing at night, “but that night they caught nothing.” How often do we embark on our ministry, struggling to see through the darkness of our own challenges? We sail at night without direction, casting our nets in the wrong places. We try hard, yet we haul in empty nets—our sanctuaries remain empty. At sunrise, a stranger stands on the shore and calls out, asking if they have any food. They have nothing to offer. Then the stranger tells them to try once more, and a miracle happens. The catch is so abundant that they can hardly believe the net is not torn. The stranger invites them to eat and they share a meal. They recognize they are in the presence of the Lord. This is an epiphany—a moment of sudden revelation—and it happens as they gather at the table. The Spirit fills their hearts with remembrance: the feeding of the five thousand had taken place on these same shores. The meal reveals that Christ is present in mission—when the impossible becomes possible, when abundance arises from scarcity, when souls are nourished through forgiveness and reconciliation, when the worth of all is affirmed. The shared meal reveals a Christ who is here and now, not an elusive figure from a distant past. Christ is the Light of the World, piercing the darkness of uncertainty and guiding us toward new waters where we can cast our nets once more. Through the Spirit, we find the courage to keep inviting others to Christ even after failure, and the strength to gather the blessings of a heavy catch, even when we feel overwhelmed by the demands of discipleship. As we partake in the Lord’s Supper this Sunday, let us open ourselves to the presence of the Spirit, so that the body and blood are not merely remembered, but that Christ may be revealed among us as we share this sacred meal. Where is the Christ who asks for food—the one we so often fail to recognize? Where is the Spirit inviting us to cast the net? And how are we preparing to haul the heavy catch that will follow? By Leandro Palacios, Master of Arts in Religion, Community of Christ Seminary at Graceland University By John Hamer, Canada East Mission Centre Historian
A tour bus loaded with 30 church heritage enthusiasts spent Thanksgiving weekend in Toronto as part of the 2025 Drawn from the Nations of the World Community of Christ Historic Sites Foundation (CCHSF) tour. Canada was the first country where the church was established after its 1830 organization in the United States, and a congregation was first organized in Toronto in 1836. Apostle Heber C. Kimball predicted by revelation that fellow Apostle Parley P. Pratt would “go to Upper Canada, even to the city of Toronto, the capital,” where he would “find a people prepared for the gospel.” During a missionary trip to the city, Pratt and five companions met John and Leonora Taylor, who were part of a small group of religious seekers dissenting from the Methodist church. After a good deal of preaching and discussions, the Taylors and many members of their group were baptized into our church, forming the nucleus of the original Toronto Congregation. The Taylors lived on Duchess Street (now renamed Richmond Street), just two blocks west of the present-day Centre Place church. The CCHSF tour group also visited the sites of St. Andrew’s Market, where the Toronto Congregation rented a meeting space in the 1890s, and the sites of the former Camden Street Church (1900–1906) and the former Soho Street Church (1906–1926). At the turn of the 20th century, Toronto was home to R.C. Evans, perhaps the greatest orator in the history of our church. Beginning in 1905, the congregation leveraged Evans’ talents by renting out the largest theatres in the city, filling them to capacity — including Massey Hall, one of the sites visited by the tour. The tour also visited Nathan Phillips Square, Sankofa (formerly Dundas) Square, the historic Distillery District, Polson Pier, and went on a walking tour of historic sites in Toronto’s Old Town neighbourhood (where Centre Place is located). The visit to Centre Place included viewing historic books, photographs, documents, and artifacts preserved in the Doris Hillyard Library, including the Dale & Judy Luffman first edition Inspired Version of the Bible (1867) and the Clair Shepherdson Saints’ Harp hymnal (1871). On Sunday morning, the tour took part in a special hybrid Beyond the Walls service, getting to see firsthand everything that goes into producing the livestream. In addition to stops at Toronto and Niagara Falls, the tour visited heritage sites in Independence, Missouri; Omaha, Nebraska; Lamoni, Iowa; Nauvoo and Plano, Illinois; and Kirtland, Ohio. CCHSF is a church affiliate charged with supporting historic sites including Heritage Plaza in Independence, Liberty Hall in Lamoni, and the Stone Church in Plano. In addition to raising funds and supporting historic tours, the foundation has created a wealth of resources including the Children in Church History lesson plan series. You can learn more and access these resources on their website. References [1] Terryl L. Givens and Matthew J. Grow, Parley P. Pratt: The Apostle Paul of Mormonism (Oxford: 2011), 83. By John Hamer, Canada East Mission Centre Historian
A single, loose sheet of paper written in an unknown hand in 1889 illustrates the way members of Community of Christ in Canada understood the principle of “Continuing Revelation” at the end of the 19th Century. The setting was at a church conference held in Blenheim, Ontario, on June 8-9 in 1889. John H. Lake who served in the Council of Twelve Apostles from 1873 to 1902 exercised the spiritual practice of the “gift of tongues.” This involved uttering words or speech-like sounds that are not a language known to the speaker or listener. Members at the time believed that these sounds represented an actual language (such as Chaldean or Hebrew) or a mythic language (such as Adamic), and they also believed that the words were a direct revelation spoken by the Holy Spirit. According to the description here, Apostle Lake sang in tongues.[1] The second part of the practice involves “interpretation of tongues.” At the Blenheim Conference this role was performed by 27-year-old R.C. Evans, who at the time was Lake’s promising protégé serving in the priesthood office of Seventy. Over the course of his career, Evans would serve as an Apostle, a member of the First Presidency, and ultimately as the Bishop of Canada before leaving the church to found his own sect. A prolific poet, Evans has been called the most gifted orator in the history of the Reorganization. Evans’ interpretation took the form of a hymn of encouragement to the members assembled in Blenheim, beginning “Ye Saints of God, fresh courage take!” and ending with the promise that they would see “My face and glory soon” on “Zion’s hill.” The artifact is an interesting insight into the way the spiritual practice of “tongues” and “interpretation of tongues” were once employed in the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. The contents of the hymn as interpreted and composed by Evans also indicate that members at the time believed in a literal apocalypse and anticipated that it may happen in their lifetime. While the idea of “singing in tongues” is unfamiliar to most members of Community of Christ in Canada today, this is not the only example in our records. In his 1909 autobiography, R.C. Evans gives another example of a hymn inspired by the interpretation of someone singing in tongues. While working on the building committee in London, Ontario, in 1901, he penned a hymn called “A Voice of Warning” which concludes with the lines: Lift your head and op’n your vision; See, my coming’s near at hand; Live in peace with one another, Soon you’ll dwell in holy land.[2] Evans recorded another example of singing in tongues at the 1902 General Conference of the Church, held in Lamoni, Iowa. The document is part of a small, but precious collection recently donated by Community of Christ member Kim Sheppard-Veldhuizen to be preserved in the Doris Hillyard Library at Toronto Centre Place. If you have documents and photographs from the 19th or early 20th centuries relating to the history of Community of Christ in Canada that you would like to see preserved, please contact John Hamer who serves as the library’s curator. Full Transcript Follows: Lines composed by the spirit of God in the gift of tongues and sung through Elder J.H. Lake at Blenheim Conference June 8th & 9th 1889 Interpreted by Elder R.C. Evans. Ye saints of God fresh courage take I’ll bless you for the truth’s free sake I’ve called you for to sing my praise In these great and latter days. Be firm and fixed in me, your Lord, I’ll bless you if you keep my word Your trials shall all dross remove Temptations shall your true love prove. Then rise my people, do my will Soon you, I’ll bring to Zion’s hill My people there shall gathered be My face and glory soon they’ll see. -- References [1] In his autobiography, R.C. Evans describes Apostle John H. Lake as “that grand old man” and says that “he was blessed with the gift of tongues.” See R.C. Evans, Autobiography of Bishop R. C. Evans of the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (Lamoni, Iowa: Herald Publishing House: 1909), 215. [2] R.C. Evans, Autobiography of Bishop R. C. Evans of the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (Lamoni, Iowa: Herald Publishing House: 1909), 153. After 50 years away, Wendy felt a growing pull to reconnect with the congregation she had known as a child in St. Thomas, Ontario. She wondered whether anyone would remember her, and why the church had changed its name to Community of Christ. What she found was more than answers—she discovered something she had been missing in her life.
By Wendy Jacklyn of St. Thomas, ON My “church” story began approximately 60 years ago. As a young girl, my mother always saw to it that my siblings and I went to Sunday School every Sunday. We attended the small Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints on Balaclava Street in St. Thomas, Ontario. In 1968, at the age of 11, I was baptized and confirmed. A few years later, around age 16, I decided I didn’t want to attend Sunday School anymore, so I stopped going. That was the beginning of my 50-year absence! Fast forward to about two years ago. My husband and I had moved back to St. Thomas to retire in 2013. Every now and then I’d think about my old church and drive by the building for old times’ sake. The building is still there, although now renovated into a home. A new church had been built on Fairview Avenue, and because of some changes, the name had become Community of Christ. Over the past 3–4 years, my urge to check out the new church grew stronger. I was curious to see if anyone I remembered would still be there and to learn why the name had changed. Then, as our pastor, Elder Don Millard, calls it… “Divine Engineering” happened! I was sitting at home on my iPad and noticed on Facebook that the church would be holding a Christmas Bazaar in mid-November. I’ve always thought bazaars were fun and toyed with the idea of dropping in just for old times’ sake. When the day came, I felt absolutely drawn and pulled toward the church. As I walked around the social hall, I asked one of the vendors if anyone from the church was there. I mentioned I had been a member of the congregation 60 years ago. Before I could stop him, the vendor went to tell the pastor that I was there. Within a couple of minutes, I saw a familiar face — Don Millard. I was still wearing a mask, but as soon as I told him my maiden name, he gave me the biggest smile and a hug. Not only did he remember me as a young girl, but he also remembered my mom and shared that he had known my whole family and even spent time at our house with my older siblings. I felt like I had come home. We chatted for several minutes, reminiscing about the old days. It was wonderful! Before I left, Don invited me to attend Sunday service. I explained that I had a commitment that week but promised I would attend the following Sunday. I also admitted that I wasn’t sure what I believed, but I knew something was missing from my life. Don understood and said, “That’s fine.” The next week, I attended church. I recognized a few other names and faces. It was just like coming home! What a wonderful feeling. Don welcomed me back during the service, and others made a special point of saying they remembered my family. Fast forward to today. I go to church every opportunity I get. While a bi-weekly commitment keeps me from attending weekly, I still make it 2–3 times a month. I love the services and get so much out of them! I’m like a sponge and soak up everything I can. Now and then, I’ve been asked — and now volunteer — to say the Prayer for Peace. That particular prayer always speaks to me. I’m so very happy to be back, and I thank the Lord and Pastor Don Millard every day that I am. Bill Ashwell, a lifelong member of the Cambridge, ON congregation, shares reflections from his first journey to Independence and World Conference—a deeply personal experience shaped by family heritage and a long history of faith.
This, without question, has been the trip of my lifetime: my first trip to Independence and World Conference. I have given much thought to my life in the church and its place in my family's history. Last June, I was invited to be the guest speaker at the 125th anniversary service for the Port Elgin congregation. I was honoured and at the same time a wee bit anxious about this. As I began to research the history of the congregation, I counted a familial connection of seven generations (including nieces, nephews, great-nieces and -nephews). Do the math and that adds up to 125 years of spiritual connection of birth, life, and family in this church that brought me to Independence to gather, share and fellowship with church members from all over. The twelve-hour drive from Sarnia gave me ample time to ponder the significance of this trip. Circumstances were such that we arrived a week early, allowing us to “chill” for a week or so and do the tourist thing. Saturday gave my brother-in-law, Rick and me, the opportunity to begin our sightseeing in and around Independence. As we drove through the tree-lined side streets, I caught glimpses of the Temple spire and my heart quickened in anticipation. This was happening! This was real, not just some glossy church publication photo! I was fumbling with my phone as we arrived at the Temple/Auditorium complex. “Here we are,” Rick said quietly. He knew what this experience would mean to me. At that moment I forgot about my phone as my heart exploded! I was nearly speechless with emotion. I had never, EVER been so overwhelmed and overjoyed! This was a moment for which I had waited my entire life. (okay, as far as the Temple goes, my entire ADULT life...) I was simply awestruck and exhilarated!! At that moment I thought of my ancestors, and how their newfound faith brought them to congregate in a small lakeside, Ontario town and create, grow and nurture a faith community of their own. I thought of my mother and father, Marilyn and Bill Ashwell, who, each in their own way, lived and loved their Lord and God, and carried that devotion in their hearts and souls until their dying days. While we were there, the carillon at the Stone Church started playing the old hymns and as I took a few photos of the building, I saw a female cardinal fly in my direction and land on a low tree branch. I knew right then and there that Mom and Dad were there with Rick and me. It was an emotional day for me, to say the least. I am feeling blessed and happy. |
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