“Help with everything”

From: J
Subject: Help with everything
Message Body: Hello, my husband, Jeff,has been a long haul truck driver for the past 4 years. Unfortunately he hasn’t been with very good companies and hasn’t been paid properly,or at all. They’ve overworked him to the point he’s needed medical attention at times. Now just I think we are finally getting on our feet his mother tells me she’s been supporting us. She’s given us thousands upon thousands of dollars to help out. She’s a senior who can’t afford to retire now because of us. Along with this my marriage has been on the abusive side of things and neglectful. Nothing physical but many lies,broken promises, financial rip offs and he’s had an affair, yet even hugging me will only last for a minute tops. Some things there’s been reasons behind them like he’s been told we’re getting a rental house through his company but they keep delaying it. There’s so much more but it takes awhile to talk about it. At least you get the general idea. Ive been thinking long and hard about leaving him and I honestly don’t know what to dodoesn’t want me to leave him So I’m asking as many people as possible to help pray for us. I’m asking for help with our marriage,or guidance in leaving it if it can’t be fixed. I’m asking for prayer that Jeff gets on with a good,steady trucking company that treats him properly and with proper pay. I’m asking for prayer in finding a place to live,with our 2 cats and 1 dog so we don’t gave to give them up. One of my cats is my emotional support. She’s done this on her own without any kind of training. She chose me,I wasn’t going to take her,just her sister so giving her up would especially tear my heart out. She all I have left that I can call mine. I think,because Jeff hasn’t proven otherwise to me yet after 3 years,that all of my things have been thrown away. Jeff says there safe in storage and that when we get a place to live he’s going to gave it delivered…it’s in a different province than us as we moved from one end of Canada to the other. My things,he says, are halfway because he couldn’t afford to get them sent the rest of the way yet. But I’ve yet to see any kind if proof that that’s true. If it were just things like clothes n whatnot it wouldn’t hurt so much but it’s my whole life, pictures, things from my grandmother and great grandmother, my past health records that my mom had kept from my childhood cancer days just in case we’d need that I for after in my life as my treatments were all experimental, in the 80’s before computers. Etc. We didn’t have the money for me to get my picture ID done and when we did Jeff just put it off. I don’t drive. As a result I missed my mother’s funeral last year because here in B.C. It takes 3 weeks for it to come in the mail. Life hasn’t been easy and it’s only been my belief that’s stopped my from committing sucide. I have very little hope left that things will work out at this point. I have no support and no family I can turn to either as my siblings are much older than me and their money is very tight too. I’m a stranger in a new province,my husband’s hometown, no money to get back east,nowhere to go even if I could. All I have left are my pets,the clothes on my back, memories,very bad credit and a very broken marriage. But I know prayer works miracles so I’m reaching out for help,support,uplifting,reassurance and freedom from my stress,depression and anxiety and from whatever is making me weak,dizzy and forgetful. The doctors just blame my anemia but it’s more than that. I’m on 3 iron pills a day and after a few months should begin to feel better but nothing changes. I’ve had a thyroid issue that says I have hyperthyroidism but I have all the symptoms of hypothyroidism,except weight loss. I can’t lose my weight either. I followed weight watchers point plus very closely,going in at 240 pounds and came out weighing 260 three months later. As a result of these issues I can’t hold a job either or I’d certainly would have been doing something before things got this bad. Thank you for your time and patience, I don’t know who else or where else to turn to so again thank you and please pray for me (us) in any way you feel is best. I honestly don’t know myself anymore I feel so lost,alone and abandoned. Even God seems so distant these past 2 years. I’ve been praying and hoping for an answer as to what I should do,stay and hope our marriage comes together,or leave and face homelessness on my own with nothing and no one. God hasn’t given me any answer of any kind and it’s felt even darker. Please help.

Post expires at 9:29am on Wednesday February 20th, 2019

“Being fair in a multicultural environment”

From: H
Subject: Being fair in a multicultural environment
Message Body: I work in a multicultural environment, and I understand that the feedback that I give can be experienced as unfair because of where I come from differs from the other person’s perspective. I ask for wisdom for this and ask you to especially pray for a Chinese colleague who was shocked by something that I said on Monday and the student that she had supervised.

Post expires at 9:21am on Wednesday February 20th, 2019

“marriage restoration”

From: r
Subject: marriage restoration
Message Body: I am from India,Nagaland.Please pray for my marriage restoration.Me and my wife are living seperately for 4 and half years.I have tried to bring her back in my life but she is not willing to come back.I am so scarred and worried and i don’t know what to do.We don’t communicate at all.I love her so much.Our marriage is on a brink of a break.Please pray for my wife so that Jesus can touch her heart.thank you

Post expires at 9:18am on Wednesday February 20th, 2019

Please pray about the sudden death of Canon Robert Fead

Please pray for those impacted by the tragic news that the Reverend Canon Robert Fead, rector of St. Jude’s in Oakville, died on Monday, April 30, in a motor vehicle collision. Canon Fead was a gifted leader and colleague who served with distinction as a faithful servant of God.

Please pray for Rob’s wife, Veronica, and his mother, Pat; for his friends and family and colleagues; for the clergy and people of St. Jude’s, Oakville and for all the churches and military units where he served.

In a message to the clergy of the diocese, Bishop Bird and Bishop-elect Bell wrote: “rooted in the Easter season, may the hope of the Resurrection sustain us in this difficult time.”

Funeral arrangements will be posted as they become available.

OMG! The Priority of Prayer cancelled

With regret, the Anglican Fellowship of Prayer Executive has had to cancel this year’s Consultation (OMG! The Priority of Prayer) in Winnipeg.
We feel that it was ultimately in the best interest of Diocesan and Parish Representatives, and all AFP members, and the work that you do in all of the regions, to re-examine what will be of greatest service to support the work that you do.
Thank you for your understanding

The People On The Hill

Suggested Scripture: John 19: 25 – 20:10

It is a little after three in the afternoon on the hilltop. It is now some time since the last of the crucifed figures has stirred. At this point the centurion in charge of the execution moves towards the small squad who have worked this shift with him. The time has come to carry out what was considered to be a small act of mercy. It will at least bring the obscene process to an end.

In the case of the middle prisoner, long experience of these executions tells the centurion that he has been dead for some time. He signals for the legs of the two others to be broken.

Because the centurion is well aware that this is not an ordinary criminal execution, but that it also involves an element of politics, its possible he may at this stage have taken the opportunity to look around to see who had remained throughout the whole dreadful process. If he did so he would first become aware of a group of four, three of them women. He had noticed them there from the very beginning, three women and a young man. They were preparing to go, at least the three younger people were obviously trying to pursuade the older woman to come away. It was obvious that she was exhausted almost to the point of collapse.

If the centurion had looked further down the slope he would have seen a large group of women. If he had looked even further something unusual might have sparked his interest. Standing together, aloof from all others, were two men who, at least by the quality of their dress and the confidence of their bearing, were in some way official.

Some distance apart from the pair were other men moving about restlessly. They were obviously rural and rather unkempt. From his various periods of army service around the country the centurion mentally pegged them as Galilean. The interesting thing he noticed was that, while they paced about restlessly, they seemed reluctant to gather as a group, as if they did not want to be noticed as such. He made a mental note to report this to his superior when he made his overall report on the executions of the afternoon.

He gave his men the signal to begin clearing the hill, At this point one of the two official looking spectators came towards him, handed him a document that gave official permission for the body of the prisoner on the middle cross for cleansing and burial. The centurion offered his men to help but the Jewish official said that others who had not yet left the hill would respond to his request for assistance. The centurion realized that the Galilean group he had noticed was already gathering to assist. As he watched them he could not help noting the care and tenderness with which they went about the task. Obviously this had been carefully planned.

The two officials gave directions, the Galilean group of men did the actual removal, then the women were called to the body, which they swiftly wrapped before returning it to be carried away.

The centurion looked again at the sheet giving permission from the Procurator for all this to take place. He noticed that one of the Jewish officials had arranged for the body to be placed in a private tomb on his estate. By now he and his men were alone on the hill. Glad that his day’s duty was over, the centurian dismissed the men, walked to his waiting horse, and left to begin writing his report while it was still vivid in his mind.

What that long ago centurion would not report , because he was not even dimly arare of it, was that, while he had most certainly witnessed a death, he had also witnessed the birth of something that would in a comparatively short time not only affect the vast empire he served but would spread to lands and peoples of whom neither he nor any other living person at that time was even aware of. He had been present at the birth of christian faith.

When we as inheritors of a 2000 year christian tradition come to consider the scene on that long ago hill, we can see that even in the very first hours after Jesus’ death, even before anyone is thinking of resurrection as anything other than a desperate hope, a community of believers has already emerged! Why is this important?

For over that two thousand years we Christians continue try to pierce the mystery we call Resurrection. As we do so, we can easily miss the fact that whatever it means to say that Jesus rose from the tomb, something else rose from the events of that long ago day, something we can instantly and clearly understand.

That something is who we are, the Christian community. We are the people on the hill. (words 836)

Standing By

Now there stood by the Cross of Jesus his mother, and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalene.

When the young Roman guard asked them to keep back from the area she noticed that he was little more than a boy. The thought occurred to her that he must feel vulnerable at such moments as this. Around them milled a crowd, among them friends and family of the condemned, some half crazed with grief. If the prisoner was political there was the possibility of a rescue attempt, especially in the early stages of the crucifixion process.

She had arrived in Bethany too late to meet him before he had left for the city with his followers. She felt a passing twinge of resentment but she put it aside. By this time she had become used to being second to the demands of what he regarded as his ministry. As she tried to get some rest she had heard the visitors coming and going in the house, but she knew she was being allowed to rest because there was no good news to tell her.

Very late at night they woke her to let her know that he had been taken. As the young man told her of the impending trial, she knew that he was deliberately refraining from telling her of the possibility of execution. To her own surprise she found herself comforting him. When he asked her what she wished to do when the time came she said calmly that she wished to go to wherever her son would be. Again she tried to get some sleep.

In the early morning she left with her sister and the young woman from Magdale whom she barely knew. As she walked the last few hundred yards towards the area where the crosses stood in the ground, they seemed to grow in height. When she was close enough to see features she forced herself to look. She was glad of an arm supporting her.

At first a wild hope grasped her that it was not her son at all. The body was revealed in total degradation and defilement. She found herself thinking that it was no worse than countless others had suffered. Like most people she had always avoided any acquaintance with the obscene process of crucifixion.

As the young Roman guard ordered them to keep their distance, they shuffled back some yards. She looked across the filthy ground between them and the crosses. It occurred to her that all her life she had been distanced from her son. Even when she and Joseph had taken him as child to the temple she had had to look across a barrier as the priest took the baby and later returned him. Almost always it was across barriers and walls and chasms and crowds that their relationship had been conducted and their elusive love communicated. Of one thing she was certain, that he had loved her. Even if they had not often spoken it, she knew it to be real and lasting.

Someone told them how long it had been since the execution had begun. It now looked as if the end was not far off. By now the front of the crowd had inched forward again. She was aware with mingled terror and joy that he had opened his eyes and seemed to have seen them. She could see his lips moving, trying to form some word. Careless now of any restraint she moved forward to try to catch the sound.

When the whispered croaking sank to silence she moved back. In that moment, by the whispered statement of her dying son, this young man who had joined them and now stood beside her, had now become her son and she his mother. This evidence of her own son’s concern for her, even in his extreme agony, was for her a mingling of pain and appreciation.

With the help of her sister and of the young woman from Magdala who had come with them, she began to move away. She never heard the terrible cry of desolation that took all but his last breath.

An hour or so later a Roman lance pierced his side. If she had seen it she might have recalled the old man Simeon tenderly returning her newborn son to her arms in the temple all those years ago. She might have remembered his looking at her intently as he spoke very quietly. “One day” he had said, “a sword will piece your heart”.

One day…To a new young mother it had sounded so far in the future, and anyweay she had had no idea what the old man meant.

As they came down the hill she would have fallen on the treacherous path, had not her sister and the young woman of Magdala supported her.

A journey through prayer

By Anonymous

I made a decision to turn my will and my life over to the care of God.

A couple of years ago I began to question some of the thoughts in my head more than I normally would and, how I was spending some of my time.

I am grateful that I have been in the Anglican church since I was born. I had enough sense to pray about what to do because I figured I was going crazy and I might act in a way that would destroy my marriage.

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The Priority of Prayer

By Paul Dumbrille.

Christians are called to do their best to bring God into their daily lives. Prayer, in its many forms, is the way we establish and maintain a connection with God. If we are to be the best we can be, and follow Jesus, we need to make prayer a priority in our lives. Personal prayer is central, but prayer in our family, church congregation, Diocese and community is also important. This is not done without making prayer a priority in all of these settings.
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What is in a Name

By Paul Dumbrille

Names are important. When we meet someone for the first time, the first question we usually ask is what that person’s name is. To start a relationship, we want to find out the name of the one we are communicating with. Once we learn the name of another person, we associate that name with the circumstance(s) in which we met them; how long we’ve known them, and what our relationship is with them. Sometimes we give them nickname. In my case, my last name has invited a variety of nicknames, usually starting with “Dumb”. Sometimes we add a modifier to the name or nickname (e.g. “Crazy Canucks”). One of the first things we do when we acquire a pet, is to give it a name. Names are important. In the English-speaking world, we most often use the name “God” when referring to, and addressing, the Divine Presence (a name in itself), and we often add a modifier such as “Loving” and “Gracious” to the name of God, to express what we feel are the characteristics of the God we know. The words we use cannot adequately describe the mystery of the Divine, even though we try. In connecting with God, it is important to consider the name(s) we use in prayer. The word(s) we use in addressing God often reveal what our image of God is, what we consider God’s character is, and/or our feelings about God at particular times.
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