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Yesterday’s dead tomorrow’s unborn By: Lindsay D.

Posted by on Apr 15, 2012 in Our Stories | Comments Off on Yesterday’s dead tomorrow’s unborn By: Lindsay D.

Yesterday’s dead tomorrow’s unborn
So there’s nothing to fear
And nothing to mourn
For all that has passed
And all that has been
Can never return
To be lived once again
And what lies ahead
Or the things that will be
Are still in God’s hands
So they’re not up to me
To live in the future
That is the unknown
For the past and the present
We claim as our own
So all I need to do
Is live for today
And trust I’ll be shown
The truth and the way
For it’s only the memory
Of the things that have been
And expecting tomorrow
To bring trouble again
That fills my today
Which god wants to bless
With uncertain fears
And borrowed distress
All I need live for
Is this one little minute
For life’s here and now
And eternity’s in it.

Quote of Hope- Our Call

Posted by on Apr 13, 2012 in Main Blog | Comments Off on Quote of Hope- Our Call

Quote of Hope- Our Call

“We are not called by God to do extraordinary things, but to do ordinary things with extraordinary love. ” ― Jean Vanier

The Wisdom of Jean Vanier: Creating Community

Posted by on Apr 13, 2012 in Main Blog | Comments Off on The Wisdom of Jean Vanier: Creating Community

“A community is only being created when its members accept that they are not going to achieve great things, that they are not going to be heroes, but simply live each day with new hope, like children, in wonderment as the sun rises and in thanksgiving as it sets.

Community is only being created when they have recognized that the greatness of man is to accept his insignificance, his human condition and his earth, and to thank God for having put in a finite body the seeds of eternity which are visible in small and daily gestures of love and forgiveness. The beauty of man is in this fidelity to the wonder of each day.” ― Jean Vanier

The Wisdom of Jean Vanier: Bringing a Community Alive

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The Wisdom of Jean Vanier: Bringing a Community Alive

“Many people are good at talking about what they are doing, but in fact do little. Others do a lot but don’t talk about it; they are the ones who make a community live.”― Jean Vanier

Quote of Hope

Posted by on Apr 2, 2012 in Main Blog, Sample Test Posts | Comments Off on Quote of Hope

Quote of Hope


A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy. Thomas Carlyle

New Heart Song By: Michele C.

Posted by on Mar 30, 2012 in Our Stories | Comments Off on New Heart Song By: Michele C.

My heart song sings a melody that beckons from within

A thumping base that comforts me and draws me nigh from sin.

An instrument of Perfect Peace

The Truth, the Life, the Way.

A breath that birthed me in the womb

My song cannot betray.

Be still my heart and hear the tune,

My heart song softly plays

Feel its rhythms, sense its sounds

And ne’er be led astray…

ODE to Despair By: Donald Tremblay

Posted by on Mar 30, 2012 in Our Stories | Comments Off on ODE to Despair By: Donald Tremblay

A voice cries out from a festering wound,

In a place of darkness, continual gloom.

 

Tortured souls, wails unheard,

A place of madness, a wretched world.

 

Those who delight in spiritual death,

Dignities denied, all rights oppressed.

 

Misery abides deep in it’s mire,

Emotional carnage, hate never tires.

 

Injustice rages, hearts grow cold,

Virtue has withered, empties our souls.

 

Compassion has ceased, loves heart has failed,

This hell is alive, it’s the Don City jail.

Bread for the Journey by: Adrian (Ed) Vandenberg

Posted by on Mar 30, 2012 in Our Stories | Comments Off on Bread for the Journey by: Adrian (Ed) Vandenberg

Bread for the Journey  by: Adrian (Ed) Vandenberg

We will miss Jim. Also known as James Anderson, Jim had become a special part of our “family” and community.  He had a brutal past, and lived for most of his life on the edge of society.  He was haunted by the demons of addiction and abuse.  But he had become a special friend to those who knew him.  Among Jim’s qualities were his honesty, his quirky sense of humour, his love of animals, and his loyalty to the people on his “circle.”  He was a hard worker and would give his full strength any work that needed to be done.  Jim regularly help set up for our Toronto Dismas gatherings.  And he could be depended upon to help in many other ways.

I was therefore shocked to learn early Wednesday morning, June 17, 2009, that our dear friend’s body was found on the property of a furniture factory where he had been doing landscaping and yard maintenance.  He had been murdered. This day turned out to be an incredible roller-coaster-type of day, that led to some other unexpected events.  I will not go into the details, just that some of us who knew Jim well were also instrumental in talking the fellow, now wanted for killing him, to turn himself over to the police.  I want to tell you more about Jim and the days leading to his tragic death. 

I want to say more because there were some key signs that Jim didn’t pass away alone.  When Jim met me at my office a week earlier, I knew he was not well.  He had what appeared to be symptoms of blood poisoning.  He was about to be homeless again.  I urged him to seek medical help, and we managed to get an appointment with his doctor for the next day.  Then we talked about other things.  Jim had just been to the food bank.  I also had something for him in the office refrigerator – a loaf of communion bread from my church that we had been given the Sunday before.  “Would you like some bread, Jim,” I asked.  “It is communion bread from my church.”  Jim gladly took it for the journey.  We had no idea that he had only a few more days to his life.  This was the last time that I would see Jim.

Jim was not a church-going guy.  But I had come to know him as a person of faith in Jesus Christ.   Jim’s countenance would usually light up if we talked about faith issues or when I offered to pray with him.    One of Jim’s favourite expressions was “holy luck,” which was his definition of God’s blessing.  He could point out to many experiences of “holy luck” in his life.  He had escaped death many times.  But he knew that his “luck” in this area was running out. 

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