We were able to have a lovely potluck after the service to celebrate our youth graduating and continuing on with education!
Sunday, July 2, 2017
Saturday, June 17, 2017
During my recent stay in hospital the night shift nurses would check on me regularly during the night. I was told that it’s standard operating procedure. I am light sleeper so as soon as the hall light fell on my bed as they opened the door I would wave hello. To me those checks while "SOP" became a symbol of the reassuring comfort of the constant presence of God’s love; they were a regular and reassuring reminder, even on the darkest of nights, that I was not alone.
To follow Jesus is to live and to love and we don’t do that alone. From time to time we need to be reminded and inspired by the spirit of his life and actions. And we need each other to remember how live and to love when we sometimes forget.
We are not called to carry this amazing message with words alone, be they scripture, liturgies, or creeds, which are crucial, but can sometimes miss the mark by overlooking loving living. We are called to carry them as Jesus did with compassionate actions in our lives, actions that reflect God's love for humanity. Indeed, I have come to believe that Jesus saw that there is not one human soul on this planet that needs any less.
In the best sense a father's actions will constantly bear such love as well. Let's remember and celebrate fathers on this day and pray that they may do their best to know the Father Jesus followed by living their lives and caring for their loved ones with the same loving actions Jesus did.
To all fathers, Happy Father's Day!
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Saturday, April 15, 2017
The Reverend Allan Studd will be leading our service as our Rector, The Reverend François Trottier, is still recovering from emergency surgery.
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
|This is the cover of the booklet.|
Henri Nouwen is one of the most widely read spirituality authors of all time. He has an almost uncanny ability to probe the depths of his own heartfelt desires and, in that search, uncover God’s abiding love for us. His search for God becomes our search for God.
This Lenten booklet is available at the Church. Please be sure to pick one up and pray with us!
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Friday, February 17, 2017
Attention pancake connoisseurs! Mark your calendar for , , for the Annual St. Barnabas Shrove Pancake Supper in our Church Hall.
Please invite your friends, neighbours and co-workers. You will enjoy pancakes, sausages, fruit and other really yummy food.
If you wish, you may leave a freewill offering, which will be shared between the Northern Clergy Family Fund and North Renfrew Family Services.
Monday, January 30, 2017
The madness has found its way here...
I invite you to join me in prayers of mourning in these days that follow the planned assassinations of innocent people at prayer. Join me in praying for the Muslim community in Québec City, here in Deep River, and in every Muslim community cross Canada as they pray for the six men who were shot and killed, the many injured, and for those families who contend with the grief of losing loved ones and friends as a result of the horrible consequences of such SENSELESS VIOLENCE.
This is what has found its way here to the shores of our country. But something that has been here much longer must not be eclipsed, and it must not only endure, it must continue to thrive: our common and earnest desire as Muslims and Christians to live the life of peace which both the Qur’an and the Bible call us to embody and sustain in prayer.
If we remain silent, if our prayers do not rise together as the children of Abraham and Sarah, then our silence will only contribute to the inertia which engenders these heinous crimes. Please join me in praying for the peace which I believe can only be achieved and sustained nonviolently.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
|Looking out our back patio door to the laneway.|
I was just shoveling snow. But it was such a beautiful January day, as it can be here in Deep River. The air was cold and crisp and there was no wind to make me change my mind about staying outside. The snow was the kind that is mercifully light on my aging bones; there was little real effort involved in moving it around - even with 15 centimetres on the ground. I had gotten into a rhythm that was not too taxing and I was able to just go along with what I wanted to do – and then I was lost!
I had thoroughly fallen into what I was doing; I was able to watch my breath leave my body, feel the weight of the shovel and its easy load, then heft it over the bank in the most satisfying arc. It became magical, but not the kind of magic that makes you wonder how it’s done; it was the kind of magic that makes you thankful for being a part of that sense of wonder that is so delicious to behold. I could hear the pileated wood peckers calling back and forth down in the park – must have been time for lunch! I could see the steam rise from my hat when I took it off, I could hear the sound of my feet sinking beneath the surface of the snow; a subtle sound that only happens when the snow is what the Inuit call pukak, little crystals on the ground. I was standing in, lifting, and throwing little crystals!
I laughed out loud at the joy of it all. I quickly looked around to see if the neighbours had heard me – my sanity was safe. So, I gave thanks out loud for being reminded of just how wonderful it can be to be alive…