Post 300

"I've learned there are three things you don't discuss with people: religion, politics and the Great Pumpkin." ~ Linus

Ah, All Hallowed Eve! How did such a beautiful idea turn into zombies eating people’s brains and dentists reaping the benefits of the event?

You Are Not Insignificant

Can you imagine inviting someone for supper for 50 years and that person never takes you seriously? God never gives up on you anyway. ~ paraphrase from the homily today by Archbishop James Weisberger

This morning was the end of the Western Canadian Stewardship Conference. Archbishop James Weisgerber presided over the closing mass at the Cathedral while Bishop Albert Thevenot gave the closing keynote address. Both men had powerful comments about stewardship to encourage and challenge us.

Weisgerber asked the difficult question of if we are truly a member of a church and yet have no time for God, then where are our priorities? Some will say, I have nothing to offer while others ask, Who needs me?. Both are a betrayal of who we are as children of the God who has filled us with gifts to be used for other people. All gifts are important—nobody’s gift is insignificant. If we only understood this, then what potential and possibilities there would be!

Weisgerber asked the powerful question above and it made me think of yesterday’s statement by the Ukrainian Archbishop who said if you are not changed by the end of the Eucharist, then what is the point? Weisgerber assures us that God remains with us, even if we take and eat but are not yet transformed. God will wait until we comprehend the mission.

Thevenot jokingly accused Weisgerber of stealing his homily. He too insisted that each person had a gift inside of them—and took it a step further, by saying that gift was for another person. He asked us to seek out the other in order to reveal the gift and to find our own gifts in those around us.

When God asks us where the gift is that was given, will we have to rummage through our closets and dust it off or will we be able to easily account for it? Gifts are meant to be shared and appreciated. Gifts are given to make someone happy and to bring life to the receiver. Gifts should evoke a sense of gratitude.

On a scale of 1-10, how much are you sharing your God-given gifts?

Peace,

Suzanne

Don't Leave the Same Way

“What’s the point of participating in the Eucharist if you’re no better at the end of it?” ~ Metropolitan Archbishop Lawrence Huculak

The Stewardship Conference had a number of interesting speakers today. I enjoyed the Metropolitan’s presentation on the Hospitality of Abraham and Sarah as illustrated in several icons that he had brought along for display. The session was an icon art lesson, a Scripture study and a personal challenge all rolled into one. We reflected on the passage of Genesis 18 where Abraham is resting in the shade of the oak tree when three strangers happen upon him. He springs into action, and offers them three things: water to bathe their feet, rest in the shade under the tree, and food prepared from scratch. According to Huculak, he uses the 3 Ts of Stewardship: time, talent, and treasure.

Hospitality is about giving something of ourselves. Abraham relinquishes his time to provide comfort to these strangers. The treasure is the water, a scarce commodity in the Middle East, even today. He offers his shade and his food. We are hospitable because God has given us much and it is to be shared.

Huculak’s admonishment about attending Eucharist without being changed is a challenge to connect during the common union—the communion—and establish unity among those gathered. There is the challenge to live out our lives together and we should consider how hospitable we are when we attend the Eucharist.

For those who come to the Table, how are you changed when you leave church and re-enter daily life?

Peace,

Suzanne

Share the Gifts

"The whole basket of treasure is God's." ~ Fr. Darrin Gurr @ Stewardship Conference

After a couple of very long, and full weeks, I found myself still able to have some energy to go early to the Western Canadian Stewardship Conference tonight. Unfortunately, I did not know that the venue had changed and so found myself able to catch a view of an empty Basilica with the light waning from the day. I could, at least, appreciate the beauty of what everyone else was missing as they were warmly inside the hotel where Bishop LeGatt was doing the Opening Liturgy. I arrived in time to hear some of his wisdom.

He was followed by Fr. Gurr who did the Keynote address, stressing that Stewardship was a spirituality for life, incorporating time, talent, and treasure. I have heard the message many times before having been the Stewardship Chair at my parish for a number of years. I remember being in New Orleans for an International Stewardship Conference and being stuck because Hurricane Ivan had grounded all the planes—well, actually, had evacuated all the planes. You don’t want airplanes around when a hurricane blows through.

I think the line above is what strikes me the most from tonight’s keynote address. Everything is a gift from God and all of the contents of the basket must be used in ways to uphold and promote the Gospel. I cannot say I am excited about the conference yet, though it was good to see someone who survived Ivan with me in NOLA. I probably need a good night’s sleep and with any luck, I can get to the opening prayer at 8:30.

Peace,

Suzanne

Attitude is Everything

"It is our attitude at the beginning of a difficult task which, more than anything else, will affect its successful outcome." ~ William James

Another busy day! Last week a colleague that I presented with today announced he had no worries about our workshop. We hardly had any time to prepare but he was right. The reviews were very favourable. Our attitude was everything.

Friday tomorrow…I cannot wait. The one issue is that I am in a workshop beginning tomorrow night and running through Sunday morning. Sunday night I have my interfaith group. Let’s keep the positive attitude so that I can have a successful outcome.

Peace,

Suzanne

Post 295

“All great achievements require time.” ~ Maya Angelou

I am always wishing I had just a bit more time in my life. On those days when I start to panic on how long my to-do list is, I always pray that God take care of the details. I am ending this day with about 10 things left on my list but letting go of what did not get done yet.

What did get done was satisfactory. I had a great physio appointment this morning, followed by some preparation for some work tomorrow, and then a lunch with a favourite person. I managed to get some other things accomplished and even snuck in a nap since I have been so tired lately. The iron pills are not helping as much as I thought—either that or I would be in even worse shape without them.

God did well in spite of me today and blessed me with a surprise visit from an out of town guest who I think the world of. It is all good. Now one more thing I must strike off my to-do list and then off to bed. I have an early morning meeting. this is post number 295. In less than a week I will have written 300 days.

Peace,

Suzanne

50th Birthday Get-Together #?

“Listen these next few days to your friends to get answers you seek.” ~ fortune cookie fortune tonight

I have not been keeping track as to how many 50th birthday parties I have had but I do know I have been blessed with quite a few. Tonight was no different—dim sum with a friend pictured here. I am still full. We ordered so much that there were plenty of leftovers so I have enough for supper tomorrow too. On top of that, Cynthia surprised me with a beautiful chopsticks and sushi set.

She gave me an interesting card—a little wagon full of gifts. I had a flashback to the Life in the Spirit seminar when someone praying with me had a vision of Jesus presenting me with a silver tray filled with gifts. I have been so blessed.

At the end of the evening, we opened our fortune cookies and I thought I would share mine here. If you are a friend of mine, give me an answer—it might be the one I am seeking. This seems timely as I am sorting through a tough decision at the moment. I do have a luncheon planned tomorrow with someone who may give me the answer I seek. Stay tuned!!

Peace,

Suzanne

October Fog

"Derive happiness in oneself from a good day's work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us." ~ Henri Matisse

I could not believe it. I thought I was in for a stress-free ride this morning but instead hit fog about 20 minutes out of the city for the rest of the journey. Sigh. I love my job but not when the driving conditions attach my shoulders to my ears.

I did however have an awesome day once I arrived. The day zipped by but it was one of those day’s that you can drive away and feel like you accomplished something, made the life of staff and students better, and gave people the skills to continue to improve in your absence.

I drove home out of the fog, illuminated by a quiet contentment as the sun set and a farmer worked late in the fields to accomplish his own good day’s work.

How was your day?

Peace,

Suzanne

Dark Ballet Sheds Light on Humanity

God comes to us in theater in the way we communicate with each other, whether it be a symphony orchestra, or a wonderful ballet, or a beautiful painting, or a play. It's a way of expressing our humanity. ~ Julie Harris

I went to see Svengali today, a remarkable, but dark ballet about a man who possesses a woman and turns her life away from the legalistic and moral rigidity of the day. The Gospel reading today encourages us to love your neighbour as yourself. Svengali did neither of these. Instead he almost destroyed his neighbour and himself in the process.

The ballet is heart wrenching in places. La Svengali eventually finds the power to stand up to him but not enough in my view. I loved the first act but the feminist in me would have ended the ballet with a slap and a dance away from the man who treated her like a toy doll.

This ballet expressed the horror that many women who turn to the streets experience .The heartbreaking reality of their existence was difficult to watch at times. One of my friends said it was a depressing way to spend a sunny Sunday afternoon.

God was there though, not only in the beauty of the dance, but in the darkness of the story, reminding us that we are not yet redeemed.

Peace,

Suzanne

Peace Ahead

I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work, to play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I’ve found that peace at the close of the day.
~ From The Final Flight

This poem was read today at a funeral for my friend’s father. He died this week of stomach cancer. The journey was short and courageous but inevitable. The service was a beautiful one, especially the music since he was a barbershop quartet singer. The stories told of him were funny and honest. The church was packed to a standing room only crowd.

I wondered as I sat there what my father’s funeral will be like. His life has become pretty small in so many ways. He is not quite homebound but he certainly does not get out the way he used to. I wonder how many tasks he has left undone.

I could not also help but feel sadness at the death of this man. I know his daughters and wife have a journey ahead of them—death does not stop the hard path ahead. The road is a long and hard one.

The poem does reinforce though what I believe in—live, love, laugh. Life is way too short for some of us. Finish what you start and be ready to leave what is left undone for the peace that lies ahead.

Peace,

Suzanne

Examine Your Life Occasionally

“The unexamined life is not worth living.” ~ Socrates

I have a friend who goes on “retreat” every once in awhile to give thought to what is going on in his life and what he should do next. He examines his life and that has made it all the more worth living. I respect and admire this because I too want to live my life authentically and with integrity and examining what is going on helps to bring that about.

Today was spent all day in a professional development day with colleagues and students in the field of interpreting. The feedback forms say the sessions were amazing. I have helped plan these days for over a decade. I am very proud of how they continue to evolve. I could see one of the rookie organizers excited at how well the day went.

Both the morning and afternoon presenters were clear that paying attention to what we do is important. If we want to improve our professional lives, than we need to take stock and reflect on the work we do. I have so much food for thought about my daily work, my career, and my profession that I will be stimulated for weeks. I hope sometimes you get excited about your gifts to the world. Examine your life and see what is going on there. You might be surprised.

Peace,

Suzanne

Learning Roadblocks

"The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education." ~ Albert Einstein

I was at a great professional development workshop tonight. I love learning. I love this particular presenter, too. I find her so easy to listen to---I wish my public speaking skills were that awesome.

The topic was interpretation and the illusion of inclusion in public schools. She gave us such food for thought. She is one of the few national interpreters who also does research. She was here two years ago to bring the Manitoba scene into her work.

She spoke to the fact that interpretation is never as good as direct teaching. Deaf and hard of hearing children in the public school do not get a good education even with the best interpreter. She said many things that made great sense to me. I am picking her up early as she is doing a session in the morning so I had better get to bed.

Peace,

Suzanne

Do the Thing You Think You Cannot

"Do the things you think you cannot do. Do all the good you can, by all the means available, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, all the times you can, for as long as ever you can. Our own feelings of helplessness are our own worst enemy." ~ Mia Farrow

Sometimes life throws a curve ball and you’re left wondering what to do. I have for a while now been contemplating a difficult decision that has just this week been upgraded to urgent. I came home after a long talk with a friend and realized it was time to do the thing I thought I could not do. This quote leapt off the FaceBook page at me and I took a moment to consider my options and then I did the hard thing. I did it for others; I did it for me. I did it because it is good. I did it because I had the means available. I am tired of the helplessness that is taking root in me. I am frustrated by the helplessness and whining that is destroying people I care for. So I did the thing I thought I could not do.

It has left me fearful of the repercussions but for as long as I can, I must fight against that which is not right. Do the thing you think you cannot do. I am out of the boat, Jesus. I am seeing the wind. I feel the sea and wonder if your hand will grasp me if I sink in fear.

Peace,

Suzanne

Grumpy

"Life is all about living. Make sure that each day's a blast." ~ lyrics from a song from Grumpy Old Men

I have season's tickets to the theatre this year with good friends and tonight was the world premiere of Grumpy Old Men, The Musical. After a hectic day, it was the perfect way to unwind. Campy and fun, I was transported into Wabasha, MN with all its zany characters and cold weather. The irony is that we are supposed to get our first dusting of snow tonight so all the whining about the climate struck a chord with me. The sets were fantastic. I felt the cold just looking at them.

Life is all about living and the play also reminded me that life is short. We should not get caught up in old feuds or distractions. We also should not let fear hold us back—from taking a job elsewhere, from pursuing love, from following our passions.

I need to get to bed but I wonder where I am missing opportunity knocking in my Wabasha and why.

Peace,

Suzanne

The Customer is Always...Upset

"Your most unhappy customers are your greatest source of learning." ~ Bill Gates

I tell ya, I am not usually a whiner but today I was. I was expecting a package when another one should have also arrived, according to the card left in my mailbox. If everything worked out, then I could get both of them and life would continue seamlessly. Sounds easy…where is that darn button anyway? No, the stars did not align. I finally called at 6:00, having given the first delivery company an extra hour. The result? My package had been delivered to my house an hour and a half ago. I had been working intensely but I still did not remember a doorbell ringing or hearing my landlord, who was also home, open the door. I ran downstairs and looked. Nope. No package—not in the shared foyer, not on the front step, and not in the mailbox. Hmm…I call the landlord. Nope, he had not answered the door or received a package. I call the three-letter company back and try not to have a four-letter word exchange with them as our conversation goes in circles and the representative is trying to contain her frustration with me. No, the package is not here. I have looked. By the way, he did not ring or knock—is that the proper procedure for your drivers? I see, I have to put a trace on it when your company screwed up? Someone will call me back tomorrow about this? I am at work tomorrow because I have been home all afternoon awaiting this package so now I won’t be home tomorrow. No, I am unavailable. Have I mentioned that your driver messed up and yet I am feeling that somehow you don’t believe me and that this is my fault? I hang up as I now need to contact the shipper to have the package traced. Umm…how is it their fault? Your driver lost their package? I go down and look at the empty mailbox again. I come back up and send an email to the company and tell them that their product has been lost by the company they hired to deliver it. I sit there, realizing I am now too late to go down and retrieve my second package that I forgot was coming. Sigh. I call them and ask how long they hold it as one of their competitors messed up and ruined any chance of getting down there today. The operator stifles a giggle and says I have five days.

I sit there for a minute wondering what the heck the driver did to my package. I decide to play detective. I walk outside for a minute. My neighbour’s house on the left has no stairs. I figure it is a safe bet the driver did not try to deliver it there. I ring the other neighbour’s bell. He comes to the door, saying he was just about to come by and deliver a package he thinks is mine. The driver just kind of dumped it on him and left before he knew what was unfolding. I thank him for his time.

I call back the company and ask what the address was that the driver insisted he dropped my package off at. The woman is cautious as she responds to me—I must have been flagged as crazy: Can you confirm your address? I give her my address. Yes, she agrees that is where the driver says he left it. Well, I did some detective work, I tell her, and I will save you some time, after you have wasted much of mine. I found the package. It was delivered to the wrong house and my neighbour could not catch the driver in his haste to carry on to explain it was not his. The woman assures me she will detail all of this on my complaint. Someone will call me in the morning….Groundhog Day starts again. No, I won’t be home tomorrow. Right, she interjects, they will leave a message, realizing that information is on the complaint. End of phone call.

I decide to email back the company who sent the package but they have already responded and are in the process of creating a new order which should arrive shortly. An apology accompanies the solution. Thanks for apologizing for something that is not your fault. I sit for less than 10 seconds with the temptation and then send an email telling them to hold the presses. My package has been found.

They reply back with a happy response. I respond back to that asking for my shipping and handling fees to be returned. They send me another email, explaining that because I used a Group coupon, that aspect is not refundable. But, I counter, I paid for the shipping and handling. They give me a credit on my account. Really? Do I dare order again from the company? Everyone deserves a second chance, I suppose.

Peace,

Suzanne

Robe-less

“As long as he was wearing the Robe, Joseph could never enter into community with his brothers. As long as he was wearing the Robe, Joseph would never know what he was capable of under adversity. As long as he was wearing the Robe, Joseph would never understand that God is enough even when you have lost everything.” ~ John Ortberg

I was reading more from Ortberg’s book today. He was talking about what the Robe-less Joseph might have experienced. While he was jailed, Joseph saw that his cellmates were dejected and asked why. He reached out in compassion. He was rewarded by the one who would be returned to his office and promised that he would speak well of Joseph, in the hopes of getting him released. Joseph waited a long time but to no avail. He had no fancy wardrobe to distract him from the needs of others, but it also meant he had no power to do anything differently. Here in prison, he was ordinary and needed to depend on God alone.

Ortberg compares Joseph’s story with another well-known tale about George Bailey, in the favourite Christmas movie, It’s a Wonderful Life. Bailey had dreams too—of traveling the world and doing great things but suddenly realizes that he is stuck in a small town in a small life. In the end, thanks to a persistent angel, George realizes that his life did matter.

When was the last time you felt as if—or maybe you really had—lost everything? You stood robe-less and needed to know that the Lord was with you, showing you steadfast love, just as in these two stories. Those are scary moments, according to Ortberg, of seeing the wind once you have stepped out onto the water and away from the boat. It is a fearful reality of knowing that you will surely perish unless God does something. May you feel Christ’s firm grip on your wrist.

Peace,

Suzanne

All are Called

"Remain with us the whole day, Lord, let your grace be a sun that never sets." ~ From morning prayer service

I went to the first daylong retreat at the Chemin Neuf community where the focus was Hearing God’s Call. The retreat house is on the river and it was a sunny though cool day. I sat outside after lunch and soaked up the sun, breathing in the concept of call.

From the Old Testament passage during opening prayer where Jeremiah tries to bow out saying he is too young, to Abram’s excuse of being too old, to Moses backing away saying “Who am I?” each of these people did not heartily embrace the call when it came. I enjoyed the format of the day, one where I could learn from the facilitators and those gathered to having a quiet moment on a normally busy Saturday to relax.

One of the things I noticed in the passages was that God always promised the person called something. The test in Abram’s calling that struck me was that God would bless him so that he would be a blessing. God has a master plan and it is all good. We are all called; we all have the same all (to praise, honour and serve God); all have a unique call. These three points were the foundation of the lesson.

The discussions that occurred were really thought-provoking and interesting. I am glad that in the midst of a full schedule that I was able to attend. I am already looking forward to the next one.

Tonight I saw the Ides of March and wondered how far people who do not trust in God are willing to go to pursue their calling. The film is a stark contrast to the conversations from the day. Remain with me, Lord, in the challenging moments of my vocation, and do not let you grace set on me.

Peace,

Suzanne

The B Word

"I decided to stop using the 'B' word. In my mind the word 'busy' has a depressing connotation. I associated it with stress, pressure, negativism. I decided right then and there that I would never be 'busy' again." ~ Stephanie Staples, When Enlightening Strikes

As I flipped through Stephanie’s new book after her launch last night, I came across this quote. It is October and I work in the education system. Every person working in a school right now that I know is fairly tired from the constant pace since we reconvened classes. I found myself exhausted this week. I have started up other activities as well and the first “bug” of the season has finally snagged me. I have a recurring headache and bouts of sneezing that remind me that I am not 100% well.

For two years I did not use the B word. I was not busy. I was content to chill after taking a long time to wrap up my university degree. However, I like to be active. I like my life to be full and thus I have committed myself again to a number of projects. Socially, I am also engaged. Tonight I was double-booked and I chose to just stay home because tomorrow is a full, yet hopefully relaxing, day. I would rather be well than stressed. I released the self-induced pressure of attending either public event and relaxed at home instead. Good move!

For some time, I notice that people greet me with “are you as busy as ever?” When I have said no these past two years, I do not think people really believed me. I need to be less busy. I want to be more relaxed and active. I know that sounds like an oxymoron but I can feel that the pace of my life this fall is a little more hectic than I imagined. I am going to sleep on this and see if, like Stephanie, I can be happily steady instead of busy. Semantics are an interesting reframing tool.

This morning, in a workshop, one of the participants nudged me and showed me his Blackberry message. Reg Alcock had died suddenly, collapsing at the airport on his way to Northern Manitoba. This seems like one more of those wake up calls to me. I must have met Reg just about twenty-five years ago before he was in the political limelight. I liked him then. I did not like him so much the last time I saw him on TV during a political debate. He lost his seat that year and I remember thinking that he deserved to. In my mind, he had lost his bearings. The job had taken a toll on him and made him a mean-spirited person. Busy is not always good, especially when it takes away your ability to stay grounded and take time out for reflection.

I keep thinking about how being in the wrong job is a sin. Last night, the friend who accompanied me to the book launch shared her perspective on how she is getting through this school year. She was thinking of how hostages get through their ordeals and how the success sometimes comes in rising above what is going on around you and creating a world in which you can live in. She is creating a happy work environment for herself. Work is a good part of how you spend your life. Oftentimes, it is a busy way to spend your life. It is time to rethink how work depletes my energy when I want to be engaged with life beyond the workday. I have got lots to think about as I head on retreat tomorrow. Yes, I am taking a time out. That is what will allow me to stop using the B word and starting saying life is good and I am engaged at just the right pace.


Peace,

Suzanne

When Enlightening Strikes

Believe in humankind, believe in goodwill, believe in miracles. ~ Stephanie Staples

I love positive people. This line is from Stephanie Staples book, When Enlightening Strikes: Creating a Mindset for Uncommon Success, launched tonight in a funeral home. Yes, a funeral home. What better place to talk about living your life unlimited than in a funeral home when people are taking stock of their life?

Steph was overwhelmed by the support she received from family and friends who came out to celebrate her achievement with her. The place was packed; the food was tasty, and the excitement was tangible. This is what happens when you work harder on yourself than anything else: good things happen.

She challenged us to push past our fears and make our dreams come true. What is it I want to do? What stops me? As always, Stephanie gave us lots to think about and work on as we go through our life. Well-launched, Stephanie!

Peace,

Suzanne

Old Friends

Say what you want about aging, it's still the only way to have old friends. ~ Robert Brault

We got together tonight to celebrate 50 years of life…and some of us gathered have known each other for 45 years. I never went to kindergarten and most of these women were not in the same grade one class as I was but we became good friends anyway. Maria and I lived a few streets away from one another and I helped decorate her car for Grade 12 graduation. Janet and I lived even closer and we would walk to school together most days in elementary school. Cindy was one of my best friends in those initial school years. She lived “far” away—on the other side of the school. I did not meet Annie until high school and did not have too many classes with her then so did not really get to know her well but always thought she was, like my sister, a red-headed beauty. I spent a lot of time at Jo-Ann’s house and still remember her parents, brother and dog.

Childhoods influence us. I feel so blessed to have had these friends shape my relationships. I have always had good friendships. I have always known this is a blessing. How lucky have I been!! Tonight as we caught up and shared stories of our classmates, we realized how good things had been. The amazing thing for me is that each of these women have married to their original husbands for over 20 years. I was so impressed. In this day and age, these women have chosen to remain faithful to their partners.

I am happy about turning fifty, as I have said many times in these postings. I am happier yet to celebrate with “old friends” in moments like this which warm our hearts and sustain us for the journey.

Peace,

Suzanne

Make a Difference?

Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does. ~William James

I have had a long day at work. I have been home about an hour and am ready for bed. I woke up exceptionally early and tried to snuggle back into sleep but it was evasive so I left for work early.

I think I had a good day. The signer seemed grateful for the learnings I provided. The student had a hard lesson, followed by some fun. The teachers all seemed pleased.

I was able to run some errands for team members, and spend some time with a former colleague. I hope I made a difference. I think it did.

How about you? Were you able to make your world a better place today?

Peace,

Suzanne

Being Grateful

"Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.” ~ Melody Beattie

Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian friends and family! I have had a restful day as my family gathered yesterday for a delicious meal. I am getting caught up on a dozen or so things before heading back to a busy work week. Thank you for days off! I love them.

I continue my way through If You Want to Walk on Water, and came across something I had been thinking about—resiliency. I am just beginning the chapter where Ortberg uses Joseph (who wore a multi-coloured robe and was his father’s delight) as his example of resiliency. I had been thinking about my time in DR Congo and then my life in general as I began to see a pattern of resiliency.

Ortberg says that resilient people choose not be passive victims, have an ability to refuse giving in to what goes against their values, have moral courage, and find purpose and meaning in their suffering. I think, too, resilient people believe in something greater than themselves.

I look back over some of the life history events and see that they are grace-filled moments that have made me strong, compassionate, and tenacious. I liked this quote by Beattie when I read it on a friend’s Facebook page today’s. I added the last line though. I am grateful for my past because it helps me make sense of my present and creates a vision for the future.

Yesterday’s second reading was by St. Paul, I think, where he said in Philippians: I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.

Can we learn that enough is more than enough when we learn to trust the One who gives us strength? This Thanksgiving, I am grateful for all I have and know that it may not quite be perfect, but as most of the world does not have half of what I do, it is more than enough. I am learning to be content and praying that God will provide when I need something. I have so many blessings that my heart is often filled and overflowing with gratitude. May those blessings allow me to bless others who are less fortunate than me. Gratitude should not be hoarded.

What are you thankful for this day?

Peace,

Suzanne

Calling All Interested Parties

"For many are called, but few are chosen." ~ Matthew 22:14

Today’s readings seem so harsh. We are all called but few of us choose to respond. As in the Gospel reading, many of us seem to have good things to do and so put off answering the King’s invitation to the wedding feast. Some outright reject the generous offer. The King sends out his graciousness to all it seems. In the end, he throws out the guest who shows up unprepared and disrespectful in his behaviour and attire.

Not everyone will get into the party. This is a somber reading. How many times do I get distracted—yes, even by good things—and put off praying or paying attention to God? I am as guilty as the next. As we approach Thanksgiving Day, it is easy to see how we do not show the gratitude that we need to. What keeps me from being as generous as the King? What distracts me and allows me to show up in rags instead of a wedding garment? What is my disposition as I prepare for Thanksgiving tomorrow?

I am called and I hope to be chosen. I know that my God is a gracious One who is slow to anger and abundant in mercy. May I learn to sing praises with gratitude and try hard to show up to the Feast appropriately attired inside and out.

Peace,

Suzanne

Stopped!

“It is wrong, it is sin, to accept or remain in a position that you know is a mismatch for you. Perhaps that’s a form of sin you’ve never even considered—the sin of staying in the wrong job. But God did not place you on this earth to waste away your years in labour that does not employ God’s design or purpose for your life, no matter how much you may be getting paid for it. “ ~ Arthur Miller

I love reading in bed. My Sunday morning routine has been to do some reading in bed. I was also able to do that today. I picked up Ortberg’s book again and was soon stopped in my tracks when I read the above quote.

I have thought about it as sin…as not being able to garner the courage to move forward and trust that God will provide. I try to listen to my vocational call but I know over the decades I have not been able to convince myself that I know what that is.

I love portions of my job and I believe that I am doing God’s work in ways. My career has made a huge difference in people’s lives, including my own. However, there comes a time when the Voice seems to whisper that I should be moving on. My question has always been when. My job is not a mismatch for me. I have not wasted my years in labour that does not employ God’s design. My question has often been what else or what now? Is it time to move on?

My experiences in Guatemala and Africa reveal a passion for serving in a developing country. I had no questions about what I was to do when I was there. Of course, I knew that those adventures were short-term and so the restlessness never arose. How about you—do you ever wonder if your purpose in life is different than the direction you are heading?

Peace,

Suzanne

Sing Now

"I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument, while the song I came to sing remains unsung." ~Tagore

This is a random post—I picked the theme by selecting a random quote that I like. Today is Friday night, a time I often spend recuperating from the week’s busy schedule. As I reflect back on the week, I have to wonder whether I sang or just played with my instrument.

There are a few things I had hoped to do but did not get around to. However, I did sing loudly and created a good harmony here and there as the week progressed. I am tired already of some of the politics in the office. I wonder what will happen this year in that regard.

My voice feels a little tired in some places but still strong in others. Sing aloud, people. Time is a-tickin’ and you only get one chance.

Peace,

Suzanne

Giving Big

"The Greatest Gift You Can Give the World is Contribution... Steve Jobs was the... Ultimate Contributor and an example of what it is to be a 'Power of One' Person, He Will Be Missed." ~ Ken Rochon

I have heard mixed reviews about this man today. As sometimes happens with brilliance, a dark side can emerge. However, on a day like today, one should look at the good legacy he leaves behind. What are you giving back to the world today? What is your contribution to life? The power of one is an amazing energy when unleashed to join with the powers of others. Live your life so that you will be missed.

Peace,

Suzanne

Follow Your Heart

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary." ~ Steve Jobs

I don’t know why I don’t envision a tech person saying this, but I don’t. It seems too touchy-feely. Since I am one of those emotional, hug-a-tree type people though, I certainly relate to it and send my sympathies to Jobs’ family and friends, as well as the many apple-smitten customers in this world (yes, bro, even you).

This quote has appeared twice already on my FaceBook page since the announcement of Steve Jobs passing. I like it. I think too often we try to be people we are not. Now that I am 50, I am much more comfortable in my own skin and I don’t try to be someone that I am not. Listening to my own inner voice has been a goal for many years now. I have strong intuition and always regret not following it. Steve Jobs’ advice is solid in my mind. Deep within we already know what we need and want to be truly happy. We may not always have the courage to step out in faith to do it but when we deny ourselves our inner voice, we are miserable.

Tune out the incessant drone of the other voices long enough to hear your voice say something ridiculous like a black turtleneck and blue jeans is good enough even though I can afford the fancy suit. Value what your voice tells you. Seek its honesty and wisdom. Delve into your heart and discover what your want to become. Live your life, not someone else's. Figure out what legacy you desire to leave and go for it!

Peace,

Suzanne

Election Day

"I have been all things unholy. If God can work through me, he can work through anyone." ~ Francis of Assisi

What a day! It is the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi. Election Day was a buzz here in Manitoba. I had an IEP marathon out of town and drove home to do a quick change and then on to the National Ballet of Canada performance tonight.

I wonder how many of the politicians are muttering St. Francis’ words tonight. The winds of change are blowing lightly. It is pretty much the same faces as last time. God be with our leaders and the promises that are yet to unfold.

Peace,

Suzanne

Prairie Sunsets

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator. ~ Mohandas Gandhi

I was blessed tonight on my drive to a small town by both a beautiful sunset and a stunning moon. Easy to believe in a Creator at moments like that.

Peace,

Suzanne

Think About These Things

" Think well. Speak well. Do well. These three things, through the mercy of God, will make a (person) go to Heaven." ~ St. Camillus de Lellis

Today’s second reading has one of my favourite Scripture lines in it: Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things ~ Philippians 4:8. The quote from St. Camillus is similar. I hope to head out for a walk on this gorgeous October Sunday afternoon with a friend. I am grateful for an afternoon of beauty.

I know there might not be a correlation, but I believe if we think about praiseworthy things, then we will speak and act well too. A funny conversation occurred yesterday at the celebration of the Holy Names’ foundress’ birthday. One friend was introducing me to another woman who I already had met at another event. There was a group of us, standing at the back of the cathedral after the mass. “Do you know Suzanne?” was the question posed. “Oh my gosh, yes! She is my Saviour!!” the answer came, followed by a story as to why that was the case. The initial friend responded with “Suzanne is the backbone and foundation of the Catholic Church.”

I was more than embarrassed and humbled by both these remarks, admitting those were challenging monikers to live up to. Back to the correlation though, if I keep my mind on Christ, surely, He is present in all I do and say. If people can see Christ through me, than I humbly accept those compliments, though they might both be more than slightly inflated.

What do you think on and how does it drive your words and actions?

Peace,

Suzanne

Vigourous Hearts and Spirits

"Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigour. With such people the grey head is but the impression of the old fellow's hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life." ~Charles Dickens

Shaw was having some troubles these past 48 hours and I could not access my email or my blog so I did not post yesterday. Darn server!

I have had a busier weekend than I remembered I was having. I knew Friday I was triple booked: Rosh Hashanah supper, a 95th birthday party, and a family supper as my aunt from Montreal was in. Rosh Hashanah supper is an annual event that I enjoy but a 95th birthday party is something that happens once in a lifetime…and not in everyone’s life. I ended up forfeiting the matzah ball soup and took in the other two events.

The woman celebrating 95 years has been a mentor and inspiration to me for the 30 years that I have been in the Deaf Community. Father Time has been a hard parent to her. She lost her youngest daughter and her husband. In many ways, she has not been the same since. Losing her daughter bond us together in inseparable ways. My sister had died 8 months prior. We walked through our grief together, with me just far enough ahead that I could hold a flashlight for her in the darkest places.

She is a woman who God has definitely given a blessing to though. She is one of the most respected people I know. She was in the hospital over the summer. I came back from Alaska and went to see her. By then the fear that she would not make it had lifted. As we flipped through my photo book, her inquisitive mind and positive spirit inspired me once again. I hope if I live that long that I will maintain my joie de vivre and interest in what is going on around me.

Sadly, yesterday at my table was another woman who is elderly and who used to work with me in my early interpreting days. She was sitting beside a good friend who warned me that she forgets things that happened two minutes ago so that I should be prepared to hear the same stories. What happened was that three times during the party, she warmly greeted me, saying that I had not changed since she had lost seen me so many years ago. How was I and what was I doing? Without blinking an eye, I greeted her with equal enthusiasm, and explained three times what I was doing, that life was great and that she looked wonderful. I am undecided as to whether Father Time has been hard on her. She seemed so genuinely happy.

The guest of honour was toasted well. Many people dearly love her. In a crowded, standing-room-only party, tears were shed as her life struggles were remembered. Her habit of saying "God bless you" and flashing an I Love You sign upon leaving brought smiles and nods by those gathered. She is a remarkable woman. I value her wisdom, her openness, her ability to remain honest and non-judgmental, and her gusty attitude. She never gives up. I hope in life that I would be so gracious.

Today I attended another birthday for an elder. Blessed Marie-Rose Durocher, the foundress of the Holy Names of Jesus and Mary (SNJM), would have been 200 years old this coming Thursday. To celebrate the SNJM held a special mass and reception at the Cathedral, with both bishops in attendance. What a beautiful tribute to such a fine woman who is still influential to the present day via her community! Though she was only 38 years old when she died, Marie-Rose had a well-spent life. She had a heart and spirit full of vigour and love for God. The work that is done in this province by the Holy Name Sisters is a fine testimony to her legacy: a house for social justice, a house of peace, and a house for ex-offenders.

We cannot stop Father Time, but we can choose how we will spend our lives. When you look back at yours thus far, what do you see? Wrinkles and grey hair or hearts and spirits of vigour?

Peace,

Suzanne