Everything old is new again (almost)

They are purple, come in a purple case and are supposed to help me see better.  So far, all they have really given me is a headache.  Glasses, tangible evidence that I am getting old. My birth certificate and forty plus photographs of cake and presents also testify to the passage of time.  My feet often still hurt in the morning when I wake up.  The only plus is my hair receives many comments on the colour, followed by the question where did I have it done.  I haven’t, it’s going grey (or is it gray – I never know.  I suspect one is British English and the other is American).

Is it unreasonable to expect that the improvement in my vision should be $600.00 worth?  They are progressive lenses, the area for reading is so small that the entire computer screen is not in focus – not good.  I practiced in the pulpit after I got them, the entire manuscript is not in focus and when I moved my head to get the congregation in focus, I couldn’t find my place on the page when I looked back down – not good.  I’ll wear them for a few more days and make the final decision.  It’s very upsetting, especially since $20 reading glasses from Safeway provide better vision.  The only improvement is I can see the television better, but only if I look straight on.  They were supposed to provide me with ‘better’ lenses, ie a wider prescription area, but I wonder if they actually did.  We’ll see (or not).

June 9, 2008 LISTEN

As I drove to Anishinabe this morning there was an interview on CBC radio with Belinda van den Brooke (sp?) who was commenting on Residential Schools. She said she could not speak for everyone else who is a Residential School survivor, or “in general.” Everyone’s experience was different. Her personal experience is not a blanket description of what happened. She talked about how she often acted as an advocate in the school, and it resulted in quite abit of trouble for her. I chuckled when she said that she would be proud to have a TM (trouble maker) after her BA if it meant she was helping people.

As I sit in the parking lot at the center I remind myself to 1. LISTEN 2. Expect to find God in the unexpected 3. Be a witness 4. Remember names!

The Rev. (the Reverend Margaret Mullin) has three people in mind for my Ministry Reflection Group. One is a residential school survivor who attended Cecilia Jeffrey in Kenora, Ontario. She is a Christian working in the Presbyterian Church in Canada (PCC), and making a claim for her experiences at CJ School which was administrated by the PCC. Another member is a AA co-ordinator, 20 years sober. The third is a lovely and very wise staff member, who has a beautiful spirit and a gentle way about her. All are aboriginal.

I learn that when speaking with a First Nations person, you should not stare. It is concidered extremely rude. In my ED100 class back at VST we read that looking down when someone is speaking indicates you are concentrating on listening, removing the distraction of sight and thereby gives honour to the speaker. It’s really hard! I have been brought up to look people in the eye when speaking to them, and occasionally watch them mouth their words so as to not miss any. I never realized how much I read lips and tend to doing so at the center because some of the dropins do not speak English very well and if I am not watching I miss so much I don’t have a clue what they are saying.

It is also rude to point, at anything, not just people. Its another cultural challenge, you try not to point for a day.

We distribute emergency food kits. They contain a canned protein, a vegtable or soup, a fruit and a starch (usually Kraft Dinner). People are eligible for only one a month and must show their health card to receive it. Some have been banned from receiving them because they take the food and trade it to some of the local food retailers for “sniff.” Anishinabe keeps a record of who receives food and this is remitted to Winnipeg Harvest who supplies us with the kits. Winnipeg Harvest distributes 10,000 loaves of bread a day to various social agencies throughout Winnipeg. Daily hot meals are provided by the Union Gospel and Siloam Missions on Main Street, four blocks away from our location. Siloam feeds upwards of 300 people a day.

It is mind boggling to consider the scope of poverty that exists, and infuriating that certain retailers with a goal to make a bigger profit, only enable people with addictions.