Before I became a Salvation Army Officer I was going to be a professional photographer. So in some regard, I should be embarrassed by the quality of this shot! So many things wrong with it, from focus to composure to balance…. oh my. But here it is.
I include it because in my last post I said I would tell some of the wonderful stories of ministry. And quite honestly there are more of these moments and the tough ones. The difference is, the comments intending to hurt seem to be like velcro! They stick so much better than the positive comments.
This was from our first aboriginal round table which we did at The Salvation Army’s camp in northern BC. It was a wonderful combination of cultures and a great reminder to me, and to the those in attendance, that while the indigenous community might be different, it is by no means inferior – and in fact I suspect in many ways it is superior.
Those of us who come from the history of conquering and colonizing need to get to a point of confession, that while we might personally have hurt or stolen land, we are the heirs to this type of behaviour. We possess that which was given wrongly. Time and economics might not be able to restore all, but our confession to this and our admission of that history are important.
This photo, therefore, represents one of those “best moments” of ministry as we found ourselves in partnership with some truly remarkable people. I will look back upon this poorly taken picture with a heart of gratitude for this ministry opportunity.
Last week I was privileged to be able to attend a day of the Canadian Open at Glen Abbey. This is the last time the Open will be held at Glen Abbey so I was thrilled to attend. In some ways, the Open is boring in that these guys hit great ball after great ball. It’s amazing to see them burn down the fairway and onto the green after which it’s a 2 put and onto the next hole. The pace is incredible, really quick – it seems like only minutes before the next threesome is on the tee.
However, the fun part is watching when they do miss a shot and have to get themselves out of trouble. We saw a couple of those shots and it was amazing!
I am not meaning to sound heretical at all, but having just returned from Alberta and the beauty of God’s creation it is easy to think that if God was choosing somewhere to dwell it might be right here. The Psalmist often talked about lifting this eyes to “the hills” and in viewing the spectacular features of the geography was reminded that his help came from the Maker of Heaven and earth. Mountains have that kind of impact upon people, especially when the birds call out, the stream flows by peacefully and the stillness of the moment is not interrupted, as most of our moments seem to be now, by the roar of industrial life.
In case I have not been entirely clear, I do not believe for a moment that God lives in a geographical location – far from it. The truth today for anyone who is willing is for God to reside in our “hearts” – that is the center of our being. God’s greatest creation is, of course, you – me – the man or woman made in His image.