I've been part of VEV for 25 years and there's rarely a dull moment. This past Sunday was no exception. It was my first Sunday back in a serving capacity after a 2-week vacation. I was supposed to be leading the service but I was struggling to even get there due to a nasty earache and sinus infection I had been battling for over a week. We parked our car next to Pandora spray park, a block away from the church, where we could handily access a picnic lunch after church. I'm sure it was due to all the meds I had been on, but as I got out of the car, I was suddenly hit with a stomach cramp. All I can say is that I'm grateful for public washrooms at city parks, and I will say no more about that! I sent Kathleen on ahead to assure those who needed to know that I was still coming!
I arrived just as the bells were ringing, woozy and disoriented as I walked up the stairs. The first people to greet me were Scott, one of our dear hospitality people, and a stranger, a middle-aged lady with a giant parrot on her shoulder! It was very colourful and reminded me of the psychedelic posters I had put up on my bedroom when I was a teenager.
Scott introduced her to me and said, "This lady wants to know if she can bring her parrot to church. Is that ok?"
Well, I was not ready for this, mentally or spiritually, and all I could think of was how that some mainline churches actually have a "pet blessing Sunday" in their worship year. I wondered what anointing this parrot with oil would look like. I fumbled to process out loud, "Hmmm... let me think, are there safety issues? Food safe or health concerns...? " Spontaneously trying to lighten the mood a bit, I asked, "Does your bird heckle?" The owner replied, "No, but I do." We then exchanged some friendly banter and I said,"Well, I'll err to the side of welcome, and as long as the owner behaves, I'm sure the parrot can come too!" So, in she came and sat on the back bench on the right hand section.
I later found out from Scott that this lady had come to church before on another Sunday when I was away, asking for me. Apparently she knew me from my Calgary days in the 1980's, but she informed Scott that she was now quite jaded about church. Hmmm... Anyway, she found the right church, as we are all in various shades of jade here at VEV!
I didn't think much more of it until later when I was leading the service, I looked out at the audience and saw the psychedelic parrot sitting on the back row in all of its glory! Both owner and bird seemed to be enjoying the service. Remarkably, on the opposite side of the church, on the same row, I was startled to see a massive multi-coloured headdress, being worn by Judah, one of our primary aged kids, not unlike the plumage worn by a Roman army general, but much more colourful! From that distance, the plumage on the left side of the church looked like a perfect match to the parrot on the right side of the church! Only I and our worship team could see it. It looked like it had all been orchestrated, like the church was in perfect balance and symmetry, as though someone had designed some "visual choreography" to enhance our worship!
At kids' blessing, I helped some of our parents accompany our preschool and primary aged kids to the Pandora Spray park where I had parked my car. There, at the park, I had a conversation with Judah and asked him about his outfit, as I then saw that he was also wearing a cape to go with his headdress. He
was also holding a sword-like object with a tennis ball stuck into the
end of it, to avoid impaling other kids on the playground. Good
thinking. He informed me that he had invented a new superhero. I asked him what the name of the superhero was and he replied, "The Pink Tiger!"
Conversing later with Judah's dad, Matt, I found out that they had found the headdress at a local yard sale. Matt had agreed to get it for Judah as a compromise for Judah's request for a Mohawk haircut. Indeed, close up, the headdress looked like a punk rock version of a Mohawk!
Meanwhile all our preschoolers and primary kids did some paint art on the sidewalk, thanks to Amy who generously shared her paint set she had recently received for her birthday for all the kids to enjoy. Wow! I'm really slow on the take with a camera and I wish I could say that I had a photo of the headdress and the parrot, especially during worship. I didn't get one but I did manage to capture our preschool and primary sidewalk art.
Yes, just another Sunday morning at VEV, but one I won't soon forget. I have no great spiritual insight to offer and no great spiritual breakthrough of the coming kingdom to report. It's just life coming at me with all its twists, turns, and surprises, and God in the middle of it all, laughing uproariously.
Thursday, 27 July 2017
Thursday, 20 July 2017
A Chief and a Day School Teacher: Guideposts for Reconciliation
Kathleen and I have just returned from two weeks of
vacationing on First Nations land, traditional territory of the Osoyoos First Nation, one of eight communities that
makes up the larger group of the Okanagan, or Syilx
First Nations who live along the Okanagan valley from Vernon down into Washington
State in the US. The Syilx have lived
in this area for thousands of years since time immemorial. Some believe that the Senora desert of Mexico reaches geographically up into this region. It feels
like a Mexican desert in summer time! It is Canada’s warmest and driest region and Kathleen and I have enjoyed holidaying here from the days our children were infants.
Since 2007, we have stayed at Spirit Ridge N’Kmip Resort which is adjacent to North
America’s first-ever indigenous owned and operated winery, supplied by the
flourishing vineyards that surround the resort. Next door is the Nk’Mip Desert Cultural Centre, and below in
the valley towards the west is Osoyoos Lake and a year-round campground. A little
farther north along the lakeshore is a summer camp that the band has allocated for
the use of Christian youth organizations. Everywhere in the resort are English signs with accompanying translation in Nsilxcin,
their Okanagan native language which is nearly on the verge of extinction. Spirit Ridge Resort with a
4.5 star rating was built in partnership with the band, a developer, and private
owners. When it was under construction, Kathleen and I made a small investment in the
project as “fractional owners” and as such, we became entitled to two weeks of
accommodations, about 6 or 7 times a year with the option of receiving a small
income if we allowed our unit to go into a rental pool. It has been a wonderful place
of replenishment and renewal for us. There is mystical sense of peace and
connection that we feel to the First Nations land with its unique arid geography and indigenous culture.
On our most recent visit, in addition to the many wonderful outings and adventures that
Kathleen and I took to explore the region, I spent most mornings reading on the
pool deck with desert, mountains, and vineyards in view. Ironically, a
significant part of my readings included the Final
Report of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada,[1]
particularly the last section, entitled, “The Challenge of Reconciliation.”
This section is a passionate appeal to all Canadians in light of the saga of
Canada’s sad chapter of residential school history and is skillfully articulated by
First Nations commissioners, Justice Murray Sinclair (chair), Dr. Marie Wilson,
and Chief Wilton Littlechild. They address the question: “In the wake of the
legacy of Canada’s Indian Residential School system, how do we, as a nation,
indigenous and non-indigenous, together move forward in reconciliation?” Recognizing
that I was reading this summary on First Nations land, I was moved deeply by the
challenges and calls to action. I have made subsequent commitments, commitments
which can involve my family and my church family together with my indigenous
neighbours on the long journey towards reconciliation. It is my conviction that
every Canadian should read the Final
Report,[2]
and/or, at the very least, be educated and well-versed in its content – including
its well-articulated way forward, taking into account Canada's government policy, its legal system, education, the churches, memorials and museums, the arts, media,
and sports, but most importantly, the
attitude of our own minds and hearts and the way we relate to one another.
One day on our vacation, inspired by the Final Report’s call
for the critical role of memorials and museums, Kathleen and I took some time to visit the Nk’Mip
Desert Cultural Centre, which documents the story of the Osoyoos
Band. There is a tremendous spirit of enterprise and cooperation on this
reserve. Over 400 First Nations live and work in various ventures on their
territory. In light of so much continued devastation and disparity in First
Nations communities in Canada, why is the Osoyoos band doing so well? Of
course, being such a popular tourist destination doesn’t hurt, but there’s so
much more to this story. The cultural centre helps to provide some answers. The vision
and leadership of the current Chief Clarence Louie cannot be overestimated. This is evident everywhere. He has been chief since 1988 and he also heads up the Osoyoos Indian Band Development Corporation.
The three "chiefs" |
It was evident to me that Chief Louie’s remarkable leadership
was influenced by some significant historic factors. The cultural centre
documents that in 1915, Osoyoos Chief Baptiste George, had a vision for
education. He believed that a European education would give the band's indigenous children
the skills they would need for the future but he did not want them sent away to
residential schools. In light of this, he started a day school on the reserve
in 1915 and worked out an uneasy compromise with colonial authorities. Due to
his vision and foresight, many indigenous children, though not all, were able
to avoid residential school and stay with their parents while they
were educated at the reserve day school. That said, things were not always easy
due to the destructive and colonial attitudes of the time that discouraged indigenous
culture and spirituality. Going against the tide, one teacher, a non-indigenous
man named Anthony Walsh, arrived on the Osoyoos reserve in 1932 to teach in the
school. The cultural centre records that Walsh, “understood and respected the Syilx culture and encouraged his students
to explore their heritage. During his eleven years as teacher, his students
blossomed, creating works of art and performing Okanagan songs, legends and
dances.”[3] Even though Walsh still taught Christianity to the children, he
encouraged them to see the biblical stories in light of the children's own Syilx culture, and much of the art they
produced was the result. After one school concert, Walsh wrote, “The thing that impressed me most was not
the sincerity of the young actors in full costume and masks, the haunting
melodies of the songs, the graceful movements of the dances… but a new light
that appeared in the eyes of the parents and the old people. For they had
witnessed something that brought back memories of distant days, when they had
held their heads high and were ashamed of no one.” [4]
Tragically, the teacher who replaced Walsh denounced his
teaching, and attempted to burn all of the children's art, but a non-native supporter, Katie
Lacey, was able to salvage some of the art and donated that collection to the
Osoyoos Museum in 1963. Some of these
pieces are currently on display at the Nk'Mip Desert Cultural Centre. I have photographed two of these with the centre's permission. Dr. Andrea
Walsh, a visual anthropologist and current associate professor at the
University of Victoria, (no relation to Anthony) is presently working with the Osoyoos
Museum and the Osoyoos Indian band to document the remarkable story of the Nk’Mip
Day School and the art produced there during Anthony Walsh’s tenure.
Chief Baptiste George, Anthony Walsh, and Katie Lacey were people
far ahead of their time. They are heroes to me! They were visionary,
courageous, as well as innovative. Their legacies have shaped the story of the Osoyoos Indian
Band and provide guideposts, inspiration, and wisdom for the long road of
reconciliation that still lies before us.
To be continued…
[1]
Honorable Justice Murray Sinclair, Dr. Marie Wilson, Chief Wilton Littlechild, Final Report of the Truth and Reconciliation
Commission of Canada. Volume One: Summary, James Lorimer and Company Ltd.,
Toronto, 2015.
[2]
The TRC Summary report is a public document and can be purchased online or
through major bookstores.
[3] Quote
is courtesy of displays within the Nk’Mip desert cultural centre. Note, these
and all photographs were taken with the encouragement and permission of staff
members at the cultural centre, including photographs of artwork from the Nk'Mip day school.
[4] Ibid.
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