Here Comes the Sun

Images this morning as I returned from picking up my car where I had left it yesterday afternoon in order to drive with my friends to Red Deer:

O Canada!

Where it all started: Bapa & Nana Ironside's
little house on the prairie

O Canada!
Our home and native land!

The road back ...

True patriot love in all thy sons command ...

With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!

From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

A new entry for Montreal's Canada Day parade
(Graham Hughes / Canadian Press)

God keep our land glorious and free!




O Canada, we stand 
on guard for thee.







O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

Canada Day in the badlands

O Canada! Where pines and maples grow.

Canada Day at the ball park: Toronto beats Detroit,
8-3! (Mark Blinch / Reuters)

Great prairies spread and lordly rivers flow.

How dear to us thy broad domain,
From East to Western sea.

Part of my sister's volunteer clean-up crew (CIRONSIDE)

Pumping out the water
(CIRONSIDE)

Thou land of hope for all who toil!
Thou True North, strong and free!

(CIRONSIDE)

(CIRONSIDE)

(CIRONSIDE)

(CIRONSIDE)

(CIRONSIDE)

God keep our land 
glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard 
for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard 
for thee.

O Canada! Beneath thy shining skies

(CIRONSIDE)

May stalwart sons, 
and gentle maidens, rise



To keep thee steadfast through the years
From East to Western sea.

Carswell's Academic team on the
evening we gathered to honour Bruce:
PQ, ON, AB represented

Our own beloved native land!
Our True North, strong and free!

Twelve hours old ...

Landmark on the road to Hanna

Ruler supreme, who hearest
humble prayer,
Hold our Dominion in
thy loving care;




Help us to find, O God, in Thee a lasting, rich reward,

Helping the helpers ...

(Both pictures CIRONSIDE)

As waiting for the better Day, We ever stand on guard

(CIRONSIDE)

God, keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

All will be well ...

"You Give Me Hope"

This wonderful video montage, created by Heather Rankin, illustrates many everyday people being the answers to people's prayers this week in Calgary. 

Particular gratitude goes out to the first responders and emergency / public safety workers, which includes our own Sonnie ...

(The first song, You Give Me Hope, is - fittingly - by Calgary's Paul Brandt.)

State of Emergency

In 1998 I found my dream house, built in 1920, the first house I had ever looked at with an eye to purchasing. 

Two years later I sold it to my sister, the artist who could - and did - take the charming old lady to new heights of beauty and comfort.

We celebrated her birthday earlier this year with an intimate soiree that blended family, friends, music, poetry, tears and laughter into a sublime evening.

Last Thursday at 4 pm my sister moved whatever she could in the very limited time she had left, water lapping at her sidewalk, and evacuated the little house as the rain came down and the floods went up.

Ducks near the water
(Mike Drew / Calgary Sun)

Deer stranded on the Deerfoot
(Marni McNaughton)

Vast swaths of Calgary were declared to be in a state of emergency, along with neighbouring towns Canmore and High River.

Within walking distance of the house, water roiled down Memorial Drive ...

Memorial Drive
(Photo credit Gavin Young / Calgary Herald)

  ... and surfaced in Sunnyside ...

Sunnyside
(Gavin Young / Calgary Herald)

Sunnyside
(Kyle Hagen)

Power was out and the neighbourhood sealed off.





Down town Calgary was in worse shape:

(Virgin Radio)

The Calgary Sun has put together an overview showing the incredible scope of the flood - please click on this link, then scroll down a bit and start the slide show:

http://www.calgarysun.com/2013/06/21/nenshi-said-worst-was-yet-to-come-as-the-bow-river-continued-to-rise-early-friday-morning

She was finally allowed back to inspect her house: the basement floor and the drywall have had to be removed and will be replaced. But her prescience led her to move most of her valuables upstairs and so she was spared some of the devastation that many others are experiencing.

The newscast last evening still led with pictures of destruction and detritus. Mud is everywhere. Water fills up the smallest crack.

This is also becoming the story of people who care, who want to help out. When the call for 600 volunteers went out, almost 4000 people showed up.

Calgary's mayor, Naheed Nenshi, is everywhere at once, it seems. He has a way of rallying people to come together and help each other. There has even been a t-shirt created in his honour:

A man and his siblings drove in from Saskatchewan because they have a vacuum truck and they wanted to help - free of charge.

Volunteers have arrived from Ontario.

Our family in Calgary and many of our sister's numerous friends have turned out to help her drain water and rip out drywall and restore what order they can.

People for the most part are setting aside their own needs and are working to help their neighbours, friends, communities. They are reaching out their hands to help people they don't even know.

Yesterday morning at the Manor Dad spoke about the prophet Jeremiah. The context is this: the city of Jerusalem has been taken into captivity. When Jeremiah warned his people that this would come, he was viewed as a traitor and thrown into a dank, dark well. 

The book of Lamentations has five chapters: chapters 1 and 2, and 4 and 5, deal with the city and the people and the sufferings that they were undergoing.

Chapter 3 is very personal. Here Jeremiah identifies himself with his people; in many ways, he is a picture of what God can do with His people. Jeremiah was rescued from that pit into which he had been cast (the story is told in the book of Jeremiah chapter 38 and verses 7 - 13). His personal deliverance is an encouragement to the people of Jerusalem's ultimate deliverance.

The king's servant Ebedmelech was the answer to Jeremiah's prayer. He is the one who heard of Jeremiah's imprisonment and it was he who went and informed the king of the same and received permission to go in and rescue Jeremiah. 

Dad said: You may well be the answer to somebody's prayer. Jeremiah, of course, was crying out to God for help while he was in the pit. Ebedmelech did not know that; as far as he was concerned, he just knew that injustice had been done and he sought to right the situation. 

In the same way, Dad went on, in the grace and providence of God, a word you say, a deed you render, may be an answer to someone's desperate prayer - even though you might never know it!

In these awful times of flooding in southern Alberta, and in various places around the world (I am very mindful of the current tragic situation in northern India), while I feel like wringing my hands and retreating because I don't know what to do, I am challenged by Ebedmelech, a slave, doing what he could.

Faint but unmistakable: God's
promise arches over our
Alberta sky last Friday evening

Surely no less is required of me?

Read the simple, profound words written by my beautiful sister, who is a true standard-bearer for grace amidst shock and ongoing difficulty, as she saw the river coursing down the street near her home: 

Gratitude and Love.
Flow.

Remembrance Day in the TH

Remembrance Day

She stands in the cold
Her black cloth coat
Suits the occasion
But fails to keep her warm
Despite the gleam of silver
At her breast.

Her thoughts circle round:

“Why did we have another war?
Didn’t we lose enough men already?
Why did my sons have to die?
O God, keep me upright.
Help me not to scream
Out their names.

“What will we have for dinner tonight?
What would Joey and Bill have wanted?
It’s so hard to have faith…
It’s so hard to have hope…
Why did my sons have to die?
Jesus, you comforted your mother
As she stood and watched you die.
If I pray hard enough
Will you bring comfort to me?

“If that preacher says ‘Noble Sacrifice’
One more time I’ll scream…
I’ll scream out their names
So hard the dead will hear me.
Only this time, I’ll scream out loud
Instead of in my heart.”

But she doesn’t scream…
She stands beside the Honour Guard
Who are older than her sons
Were when they died.

The people nearby watch her,
Wondering how she can stand
So still, so calm,
Knowing she lost two boys,
Thinking she has lost her grief
After all these years
When to her it might
Have been today.

Clare Stewart
Copyright © 20 November, 2000

* "Gleam of silver." Clare Stewart, who is a Canadian, explains: "Every year, a Silver Cross mother is invited to lay a wreath on Remembrance Day at the National War Memorial in Ottawa on behalf of all mothers. The Memorial Cross is depicted in bronze with the three different cyphers, at three of the four corners of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, unveiled in May 2000. There is also a large replica of the Memorial Cross hanging above the door of the Memorial Chamber in the Peace Tower of the Centre Block of the Parliament Buildings, where the Books of Remembrance are kept."