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I am writing this in glee as the water advisory for Arnprior has been lifted in our area.  Let me back up and tell you the story.

Heading out the door on Aug 10 on foot to run an errand, the phone rings but I miss the call.  It is our elderly neighbour Rita, so I call her back thinking she has some emergency need.  Not at all, she informs me that the Town of Arnprior has just issued a water advisory – no drinking, washing or bathing in municipal provided water. No bathing!  I hang up and the phone rings again with Mike on the other side telling me the same thing.

I decide to drive out and pick up some drinking water just in case. Road traffic is unusually heavy for late morning.  At GT and Shopper’s they are sold out of H2O.  I drive up to Metro – they have dozens of cases still.  I pick up 4 and notice others stocking up.  Road traffic is even heavier on the way home.  I check local social media and the lines are abuzz with panic.  There are reports of angry men pushing aside women with baby carriages in their haste to grab drinking water in the stores.  People have unknowingly drank and showered after the warning was issued. What’s in the town water??  Go to the hospital if you feel sick!  All the restaurants are quickly closed. OMG!! The great Arnprior water riot is on.

We soon find out how much we take drinking water for granted.  Marie and I find ourselves accidentally washing our hands or brushing our teeth.  We post notes at each sink not to use the water and put bottles in each sink.  Go figure!  We can’t shower for several days!

Then it all changed. We find out that cases of drinking water are available for free at the central Nick Smith Centre.  Volunteers man the stations 24 hrs.  You can even call and they will deliver it.  Local businesses have donated the water for free.  Mayor David Reid is seen helping distribute free water.  Neighbours start picking up water for their families and shut in neighbours. People out-of-town offer access to their water well fed shower for free.  Random acts of such kindness multiply all over town.  The media does a great job of getting the news updates out to people. Everyone is concerned for their neighbours.

The tone on-line changes. My what a great town we live in with responsible leadership and caring neighbours.  We are so lucky to live here.  Local Canadian community at it’s best.  I pick up some water for Rita and call her back to inform her the advisory has just been lifted in our area.  She says neighbour Kevin just called her to let her know and that she had already picked up some water herself.

Apparently a wrong valve had been closed in the water distribution system in the course of some water main construction work.  Pressure quickly bled off for those houses and businesses connected downstream.  This meant groundwater or worse could potentially infiltrate into the town’s water distribution system.  Hence the Advisory was issued.  Authorities then had to sample at various points to verify water quality was still safe.  This took several days.  It appears that at least in our area of town, there never was a problem with water quality.

As some one on-line observed – now you know what is like to live with a boil water advisory as some of our indigenous communities have had to – for 11 years!  What a great lesson in hardship and hope.

This is a brand new first hand account of what is was like to spend time in Auschwitz-Birkenau Extermination Camp during WWII written by a Canadian.  Little Max, a 15-year-old Czech Jew was taken forcibly with his family to Auschwitz in March 1944.  His whole family perished there.  He survived as a slave labourer by chance after a Polish doctor took him in as a medical room assistant.  In 1948, he was fortunate to get a Displaced Person permit enabling him to emigrate to Canada.  He waited many years to tell his story.

A very grueling account of starvation, fear, pain, survival and hope. What I found particularly new and interesting here is the story of the forced march west of 10,000 prisoners from Auschwitz fleeing the advancing Russian forces and then, what happened to him personally after liberation.  Max describes an ongoing horror of sickness and hunger of being a DP (i.e. refugee).  He was imprisoned by the Communist regime in Prague, then wandered between Czechoslovakia, Hungary and Austria in poverty, trying to emigrate to Canada.  He finally finds safety and human warmth in Toronto.  He is married and has several kids and grand kids.  He helps educate about the Holocaust.

He tells his story in a matter of fact way after many years if being unable to talk at all about it.  Perhaps the most poignant lesson is when he describes what a former SS guard at Birkenau said in his war crimes trial at which Max testified…”Hitler told us that the Jews were a danger to our country.  I was just following orders and am not guilty of any offense.”  From this example, Max warns us to be extremely wary of the real dangers of totalitarianism – people will do all kinds of nasty things if they become brainwashed and are ordered to do them by a nasty leader.  A timeless lesson for today.

9 out of 10, a formidable read!

Pembroke Diocese Bishop Michael Mulhall reminds us of the need to detach from worldly goods in order to avoid loss of our personal freedom, at 78th annual pilgrimage to St. Ann.

A crowd of 800 or more listened intently to Bishop Mulhall’s homily at the St. Ann Shrine Pilgrim Mass in Cormac, Ontario on July 31, 2016.  He reminded us that consumerism destroys our personal freedom because we want more and more.  While it is OK to have things in our life, we must detach from these things so that we remain conscious of God’s presence, love and great mercy in our lives.

We attended this event under brilliant sunshine.  In 1891, Fr. James McCormac who had a great devotion to St. Ann, had a church built in this small Opeongo Hills settlement about 150 km NW of Ottawa.  The original church burnt down in 1916 and a new cement block one was erected by Fr. J. N. George within 6 months with the help of 55 families.  The beautifully decorated church house a statue above the altar as well as a relic of St. Ann.

Commander Yvon Ouellette leads the KofC 4th Degree Honour Guard with the Church of St. Ann in the background.

St. Ann (or St. Anne), the mother of the Virgin Mary, and hence Jesus Grandmother, is not mentioned in the Bible.  She is mentioned in the apocryphal Gospel of James written about 145 AD. She has been venerated since c. 550 AD.  She is the patroness of unmarried women, housewives, women in labour, grandmothers and the Mi’kmaq people of Canada.  A major shrine is at St. Anne de Beaupré, Quebec.

In 1938, Bishop C. L. Nelligan approved of a Shrine of St. Ann in Cormac which is centrally located in the Pembroke Diocese.  On her Feast Day July 26, 1938, the first Pilgrimage was hosted which subseuqntly fostered a deep devotion to St. Ann by local people.  A Polish lady in her late 60s from Barry’s Bay told me this year that she has attended every year since childhood.  “It was mandatory in those days” she said.  “There were 9 or more pilgrim buses parked in the field then” vs. the 3 we saw this year.

Fr. Howard Chabot, a retired Pembroke Diocese priest, was the Pilgrimage Leader this year.  He led 3 nights of reflection which lead up to the Shrine and Healing Masses on Sunday.  Fr.Ken Obrien from St. James the Less Parish in Eganville, our host, thanked all volunteers as well as attending pilgrims.  As well as the Masses, there is Adoration in the church, opportunity for Reconciliation, sale of religious articles and good food available. This year 54 adventurous pilgrims hiked the Opeongo Line from Renfrew to Cormac, as a special Year of Mercy Pilgrimage, a distance of some 60 km.  Well done folks!

We will surely attend again next year, God willing.

Pope Francis will visit the Auschwitz Extermination Camp this Friday.  I am delving into what went on there.  Here are a couple of books of interest on this subject.  Note, neither book is morbid but well worth the read.

I read Primo Levi’s book first that tells his personal story of surviving for over a year in Buna-Morowitz Concentration Camp in Poland (Auschwitz 3).  He is an Italian Jew chemist who survives by being chosen to work in the laboratory from which he could steal food and fuel for barter.  The most harrowing part is perhaps the last chapter dealing with how several hundred sick prisoners survive a week in January after the departure of the SS and before liberation by the Russians.  This is after 10,000 “healthy” prisoners are marched off to the west by the Nazis, never to be heard from again according to the author.

There is not a lot of mention of the gas chambers nor of God in this book.  Nevertheless it is a classic for the way it describes what happens to man when all comfort, hope, compassion – humanity in short – is removed from one’s life.  For example, those who kept asking questions or tormenting themselves about their condition, tended not to survive.  Those who deadened themselves to all feeling, obeyed and guarded their light, tended to survive.

A few quotes:

“There was little sexual perversion.  Even in his dreams, the prisoner did not concern himself with sex.  Perhaps in part due to the general preoccupation with getting enough food.”

In 1955 my Dad received the following letter.

He had joined the Rivermead Golf Club in Aylmer, (now Gatineau) Quebec.  A life long golf nut, I am not sure where he played in the intervening years after the McKellar Park course that he grew up beside, closed in 1952.  I am now the proud owner of his membership share.

Yesterday I made the pilgrimage to play the Rivermead course with 3 friends for old time’s sake.

My Dad was a member for 10 years until his untimely death from cancer in 1965.  He played Rivermead 3 times a week.  I was his caddy several times and have fond memories of those days and the club at that time.  There were no electric carts in those days.  Everyone would walk, some carrying their golf bag and some using a pull cart.  I remember arriving with Dad and someone would pull his clubs out of the storage shed and shine them up.  There were dozens of employees serving others in this way.  It was a privileged life style.  We would then head out on the course walking.  There was a lot of banter among the group.  The one phrase I remember when someone sank a long put was “Lafayette, we are here!”

After the game I would be given a coke and a snackbar to enjoy outside while the men had a beer.  I also remember big pitchers of shandy – beer and ginger beer that my Dad let me try on a hot day.  It was the best of times.  All winter long Dad would read books on golf and strengthen his grip with rubber dog bones.  Periodically, he would exclaim, “I’ve found the secret!” (to improve his game for next year’s playing.)  I think he shot in the low to mid 80s – not bad for a weekend golfer.

So yesterday in the blistering heat, here we are at the club, teeing off on this iconic golf course founded in 1910.  Of course I flubbed my tee shot – I was just too flooded with memories.  The course (unfortunately for me) was totally redesigned in the 1980s, so all the holes and layout have changed from what I remember.

The course is in immaculate green condition with baby skin fairways and extremely fast greens.  In the heat and wind it played long.  I found a bit of my game on the back 9 but failed to break 100.  It was a great day with a great bunch of guys.  Thanks Dad for the memories and thanks Steve, Larry and Tony for sharing this memorable day with me.

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This is an interesting book on the relatively recent awakened ecumenical consciousness of the Roman Catholic Church.  The author traces in detail the history of schisms and the protestant reformation before going on the explain what dialogues are now firmly underway between the Church and various other Christian churches.  The guiding vision of “koinonia” he explains, is about building relationships with God, one another and the world rather than insisting on “a return to” or seeking only to reestablish the primacy of the Pope over all Christians.  It was the Vatican II Council that set this new tone and direction with such documents as Unitatis Redintegratio (Decree of Ecumenism) (http://www.vatican.va/archive/hist_councils/ii_vatican_council/documents/vat-ii_decree_19641121_unitatis-redintegratio_en.html ) The theologian Yves Congar is quoted many times and given much credit for this awakening.

While there is considerable hope for reunification between the Roman Catholic and Orthodox faiths, contemporary barriers to additional progress are many.  The nature of ecclesial communion remains a big stumbling block.  Catholicity requires communion i.e., union of all the local churches and with the church of Rome.  Congregationist and other non-episcopal churches have only loose bounds to each other by their very nature.  Ministry including recognizing the orders of other Christian communities, the role of women, marriage of clergy as well as the effective functioning of the papacy in a world community of churches, requires much much more investigation.  Finally, the presence of neoconservative movements is without doubt, antiecumenical and can impede progress.

The aim of intereligious dialogue is different.  The Church holds dearly that there is only one redeemer of people, Jesus Christ.  But the Church professes in Nostra Aetate (Relation of the Church to Non-Christain Religions) ( http://www.vatican.va/archive/hist_councils/ii_vatican_council/documents/vat-ii_decl_19651028_nostra-aetate_en.html ) that God has a means of extending salvation to members of other faiths by means we may not fully comprehend.  A second conciliar teaching is that the right to religious freedom has its very foundation in the very dignity of the human person.  It is acknowledged that these non-Christian religion do immense good in this world.  Consequently the Church rejects nothing that is true and holy in them.

The author falls short of mentioning what can and is taking place between the Church and members of Traditional Religions (native African and other indigenous peoples religions).

I found this book informative but was disappointed that there is no call to action for lay people.  There is little or no mention of the appropriate role of the laity in ecumenism and interfaith dialogue.  Such dialogues are going on between committees of church authorities and theologians behind closed doors.  While progress is being made, it is not something we hear about on Sunday morning.  We are increasingly aware of such organizations as the World Council of Churches and the annual prayer service for Christian unity.   However at the local level, we are often not sure of ourselves and may look to our clerics for direction.  Perhaps there is need for a sequel on how lay people can take more control and get involved in the ecumenical movement.  This could help us ward off the troubling trend we see around us that “a stranger is an enemy”.  It also might help families deal better with mixed marriages, multiple religious traditions and neigbours in our increasingly pluralistic world.

(ISBN 1-58051-056-6 , 1999)

As I was reading this prayer this morning I was thinking it was written by a Saint or someone like Henri Nouwen.  To my surprise, it was composed by an unnamed Confederate soldier, presumably during the U.S. Civil War 1861-65.

As America seems to be at war with itself again, it is a great prayer I thought worth sharing for its humbleness and hope.

From Magnificat Year of Mercy Companion 2016

The Call to the Bar is the 0fficial ceremony welcoming a new lawyer into the profession.  There used to be a bar or railing dividing students from practicing lawyers that students literally crossed over when they had completed all the requirements to practice.  The certificate of practice granted signifies the new lawyer’s competence to advocate or argue on behalf of another person in a court of law as a barrister (attorney) and also to practice as a solicitor in commercial or family law.

We saw no evidence of a bar in the ceremony we attended for our son Kyle but plenty of evidence of some very talented youth being called.