Invisible People

Last Sunday the gospel reading was from Luke 16:19-31 where Jesus tells the parable of Lazarus and the rich man. During his life, Lazarus was like the people who stand at intersections today asking for money, the people we avert our eyes from as we drive by. The pastor's sermon was based on these verses and talked about the "invisible people" we encounter daily. He and his wife went on a "Journeys of Paul" Greek island cruise this month and he spoke of the service personnel on the ship who came from all over the world and worked for minimal wages to ensure the comfort of the passengers. He and his wife are the types of people who seek out and show interest in the lives and stories of service workers. These people are often overworked, abused by customers and are the working poor of our society. 

This week I had three homeless people from our community as patients, each with challenging hospital discharge issues. Homelessness is increasing as housing prices soar and landlords look for ways to evict long-term tenants who pay lower rents. The homeless population includes people with mental illness, abusive and violent childhood histories, substance abuse issues, chronic physical illness,  and lack of family or social support. Unfortunately, this group also includes students who cannot find or afford housing and single seniors with low incomes. The lists for subsidized housing in our region are years long. There are no easy fixes for adults with problems that contribute to homelessness. Overcoming dysfunctional backgrounds and substance abuse is challenging. One of my middle-aged patients has struggled through life suffering the effects of fetal alcohol syndrome and childhood sexual abuse. They require more than affordable housing and few people would be equipped to care for their complex emotional, physical and social needs at this stage of their life. Effective interventions were needed decades ago. 

I drove around the city the other day to look at the places where my patients had been living. There are several tent cities that have expanded during the summer months. Our downtown park is home to a growing number of tent inhabitants. Our region has erected "A Better Tent City" composed of a group of tiny houses that is in our neighbourhood. One of my young patients lived in a tiny house here with her mother. Three school portables are now on the property; one with showers, one with laundry facilities, and the other with a kitchen where volunteers provide meals for the residents. We live in an affluent community and there are resources to share. We also have people who care about our marginalized citizens. 

Today is Canada's second National Day for Truth and Reconciliation as we recognize the legacy of the Canadian Indian residential school system. While we observe the past abuse toward indigenous people, we realize that systemic racism, gender discrimination, economic inequality, and working-class abuse are rampant around the world today. Protections provided by a strong family unit and a caring community are not there for too many people. 

All week I have been trying to notice the invisible people around me, from the man sleeping in a dew-soaked blanket along the trail I ride to work to the Amazon delivery man who works long hours to deliver our "free" packages. We can value minimum-wage workers, thank them for their service and tip them well. While I cannot fix many underlying problems, recognizing the worth of each person, being kind and generous and taking time to listen to them is a place to start. 


No, this is the kind of fasting I want:
Free those who are wrongly imprisoned;
    lighten the burden of those who work for you.
Let the oppressed go free,
    and remove the chains that bind people.
Share your food with the hungry
    and give shelter to the homeless.
Give clothes to those who need them,
    and do not hide from relatives who need your help.

Feed the hungry,
    and help those in trouble.
Then your light will shine out from the darkness,
    and the darkness around you will be as bright as noon.

Isaiah 58: 7,8,10 NLT


Meteorological Autumn

Full Harvest Moon - September 9, 2022

We are still a few days away from the first day of astronomical autumn but are well into meteorological autumn which runs from September 1st to November 30th. Here are a few photos from the past week.

Sunset silhouettes to the west

During spring and fall, we can watch the moon rise as the sun sets in the opposite direction.

Moonrise to the east

We were at the St. Jacobs' Farmers' Market and found half bushes of tomatillos for the first time in our region. Green salsa is my favourite topping for many bean and egg dishes so we bought a basket of tomatillos and a basket of jalapenos at a great price. We will not be short of spicy salsa this winter!

I made some delicious jalapeno poppers which I enjoyed every day for lunch this week. The growing cultural diversity in our region is bringing demand for produce and foods that were not available here in the past. The market used to feature mainly Mennonite and German foods but there is far more variety now. 

We grew some jalapenos and poblano peppers in the garden this year, but it is cheaper to buy them in quantity in the fall. I will buy a basket of poblanos in a couple of weeks for the freezer.



I was pleasantly surprised to find "new crop" Cortland apples on September 8th. They are my favourite variety for eating, baking and applesauce. This first half bushel is for eating and in a couple of weeks, seconds will be available at a cheaper price for applesauce.

We also picked up ingredients for Three Sister Soup, a delicious and simple Iroquois soup featuring fresh corn, green beans, butternut squash and butter.  

We go to the market often from September to November and enjoy the peak freshness of local products. Food prices are higher this year but bargains can always be found. We were at the market near closing time and got a big bag of green and yellow beans, a head of cauliflower and a bunch of broccoli for only five dollars. And I don't mind paying full price to support our farmers.

Strawflower bouquets

A Decade of Change

Thanksgiving - October 2013

The past decade has been a decade of significant transition in our family. Mom was entering the final stage of her illness in the autumn of 2012.  After Mom died in April 2013, Dad decided he wanted to come to Canada for a visit in September that same year. It was the last time he stayed at our home. My nephew Simri was his companion and we enjoyed the beautiful fall weather in various locations in south-western Ontario. 

Stratford Festival
One of the highlights of the visit was seeing Fiddler on the Roof at the Festival Theatre in Stratford Ontario. Fiddler on the Roof was a favourite musical of Dad's and it was fortuitous that it was playing that year at the Stratford festival. The performance was magnificent and Dad enjoyed it so much. It was one of the best memories I have of his later years. He talked afterward about how seeing the story retold helped him acknowledge some of the losses he felt after Mom's death. Life brings ongoing change and we cannot hold onto the past and its traditions.

Dad was in the earlier stages of a Parkinson's plus syndrome that would later manifest itself as Lewy Body Dementia. He was already using a walker for his mobility issues but was still cognitively competent. He had another three years or so with a reasonable quality of life and then three years of decline and suffering that I wish he could have avoided. It was a challenging time for my brother and his family who were his primary caregivers in Mexico. It was three years ago today on September 16, 2019, that Dad died. In many ways, it seems much longer than that as the pandemic has created a great divide between then and now. 
Dad and me -October 2013

Autumn is my favourite season for its cool days, brilliant foliage, crisp apples, pumpkins, fall markets, and clear skies. There is beauty in the transition between summer and winter. 

The loss of our parents has placed my brothers and me as the oldest generation in our immediate family. Our children are moving out of young adulthood and this week another baby boy was added to the family, with another on the way in a few months.

It was nice to look through photos of this visit as I remembered the anniversary of Dad's death today. He so enjoyed his time with his sisters and the rest of the family in Canada. We won't have the same crowd around the Thanksgiving table again but there is time to make new memories and strengthen relationships with younger generations.



Reflections on the Life of Queen Elizabeth II

Photo by Jane Barlow, Press Association taken two days before the Queen's death

We were at the Thursday market at St. Jacobs on the beautiful early autumn afternoon of September 8, 2022, when we heard that Queen Elizabeth II had died. Her health declined significantly since the death of Prince Philip and her bout with Covid earlier this year seemed to increase her fragility. Yet I expected she would be a centenarian like her mother. While her reign lasted a record 70 years, she influenced the world throughout her entire life.

Queen Elizabeth II has been a constant throughout our lives. She became Queen of England the month my

Princess Elizabeth
husband was born and both of us have known no other monarch. My mother's family were of Empire Loyalist stock and were ardent royalists. Princess Elizabeth was a role model like an older sister for my mother, Elizabeth. My mother was six years younger and had several books about the life of the princess. Mom emulated the style and hobbies of the Princess as she grew up. The Queen and her family, as part of the Greatest Generation who lived through the great depression and World War II, linked my life to the experiences of my grandparents. She took her role very seriously and said at her Silver Jubilee, 

"When I was 21, I pledged my life to the service of our people and I asked for God's help to make good that vow. Although that vow was made in my salad days, when I was green in judgement, I do not regret, or retract, one word of it."

As tributes have poured in for the Queen, I have been impressed by the adjectives used to describe her life and character. She truly lived above scandal throughout her reign. I have collected quotes that have inspired me as tributes pour in at this time of mourning.




Rainbows over Buckingham and Windsor Castles
 at the time of the Queen's death

"She led the country through some of our greatest and darkest moments with grace and decency and genuine caring." Elton John

"(Her life) was utterly and completely devoted to the service of others...“A strong memory I will have up here is her laughter. She was extraordinary.” 
     Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern

She was "thoughtful, wise, curious, helpful, funny and so much more. In a complicated world, her steady grace and resolve brought comfort to us all.     Prime Minister Justin Trudeau

"...in an age when the public, political face of Christianity is often so loud, angry, and reactionary, her approach was implicit and gentle, based on a commitment to public service. She took Christianity extremely seriously, which is different from taking it aggressively. She was moderation and decency, even when neither quality seemed especially apparent in her own country."       Michael Coren

"She was more than a monarch - she defined an era. She charmed us with her wit, moved us with her kindness, and generously shared with us her wisdom. Queen Elizabeth II was a stateswoman of unmatched dignity and constancy who deepened the bedrock of the Alliance between the United Kingdom and the United States. She helped make our relationship special. Through the noise and tumult of the years, she embodied and exhibited timeless decency and an enduring calm... "  US President Joe Biden

Other general comments I read included phrases like,

" an icon of stable, responsible leadership and a beacon of morality, humanity and patriotism”.

"a beacon of wisdom and principled leadership"

"selfless and wise, with a wonderful generosity of spirit. That is how she lived – and how she led."

"elegance, tolerance, dignity, courage and devotion, warmth and kindness, a role model for leadership, great intellect, charm and wit".

"a deep sense of duty, resilience, a sense of humour and kindness."

There are those who say they cannot mourn the death of someone who represented the abuses of the British Colonial era. I would argue that Queen Elizabeth did not choose her privileged birth and did not choose or expect to be the sovereign of the British Commonwealth. She did not perpetuate the past and sought to bring healing in the present and future. As Danish philosopher, Søren Kierkegaard wrote, 

"Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards."

@blackcoffeewithwhitefriends
Writer Marcie Alvis Walker has an Instagram account called Black Coffee with White Friends. She wrote a beautiful post about colonialism and Queen Elizabeth. 

"How do we weep with those who weep when they mourn those who have caused millions to weep? ⁣

This is where we meet our humanity and see both the beauty and the terror and the in-between. ⁣

I’ve seen a lot of ungracious posts about Queen Elizabeth’s death. While I feel those posts are valid, I’ve wondered about those of us who are conflicted and find binary perspectives super difficult? ⁣

For many of us who are descendants of colonized ancestors, it’s difficult to mourn a person who represents a legacy of oppression. ⁣

All too often we’ve seen benefactors of the white supremacy of colonialism & imperialism become sainted in their deaths—sins erased. Their silence & complicity is spun as virtuous. The history they made washed & rewritten. ⁣

So how do we hold space for such a time as this? ⁣

Nelson Mandela said, “It is so easy to break down and destroy. The heroes are those who make peace and build." The colonizing, imperialism & scandals were easy. Too easy. The peacemaking, healing, rebuilding and reimagining are impossibly hard & heroic feats of perseverance. ⁣

There’s a story about a visit Mandela made to see the Queen. He was given a protocol full of procedures on how to address her. But upon seeing the Queen approaching, Mandela broke protocol & called out, “Elizabeth! You’ve lost weight.” She replied, "Thank you, Nelson, you don't look bad yourself!"⁣

I realize others may not agree with this and that’s perfectly fine: I’m gonna follow Mandela’s lead and first see the human being apart from the institution that caged her. And I’m going to weep with Prince Harry & Meghan Markle and my Hobbiton-husband and his family. ⁣

But most of all, I am going to remember the woman who had tea with Paddington Bear & pulled a marmalade sandwich from her purse like Beyoncé might pull hot sauce from her bag. ⁣

Tomorrow, I will work to dismantle the supremacy that bonded her life to mine—neither demonizing nor idolizing her life. Instead, I will see it for the beauty that it was & also its terror. And I’ll extend mercy, knowing that someday when my time has come, I’d like someone to mercifully weep, despite all that’s terrible within me."⁣

I am inspired to live out the attributes that others saw in our Monarch during her long reign. No matter how rich or poor, privileged or humble we may be, character counts for everything. Princess Elizabeth as a young woman asked God to help her fulfill her vow of service to her subjects, and her prayer was answered.