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A time of blessing

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.

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Northern BC

This is my second journey to this area of BC. In many ways it reminds me of parts of Alberta and this time of year the yellow leaves really do remind me of the foothills and the great stretches of alpine trees in their brilliant autumn dress.

We visited the Ksan village and had a presentation from the world famous Ksan dancers, though they were fewer in number and a bit subdued as someone in the village had died. If you know anything of their culture you will know that the death of an elder is held in high regard. Everything stops for a week while the people gather to eat and mourn and comfort one another.

The gathering at Camp Mountainview was moving as we did the blanket exercise and then had two talking circles. My goodness that is moving. Unimaginable how horrible we europeans have been.

These times will always be treasured in my memory.