Who is my neighbour?

I work in a church that is close to downtown. In fact, ‘downtown’ is moving closer to the church as the traditional city centre becomes more gentrified.

We recently had security cameras and new main doors installed at the church, giving us the ability to see who is at the door without them being able to see us. An intercom system allows us to communicate and the push of a button will open the door.

One afternoon this week, just before 4:00 pm, I was in the church alone when a man who looked like he lived on the street came to the door. Seeing him on the monitor, I did nothing, didn’t acknowledge his presence, didn’t make mine known to him. He soon went away.

Another afternoon I needed to go out to pick up some office supplies. As I drove out of the parking lot I saw a rental truck parked along the drive and a man walking from a recessed flowerbed to the truck, doing up his pants. He had obviously relieved himself in the corner of the building. [As often as anyone asks we do allow them to use our washrooms.]

On Friday morning women of the church were meeting for a social time. Our pastor set the doors to open automatically. Within five minutes of doing so an extremely raggedy, dirty, smelly man was standing in the doorway of my office. He wanted to sit down; I suggested he could do so on the couches in the foyer. No, he’d sit in the room next to mine — where two pastors were meeting. They also kindly suggested he could warm up in the foyer. He very soon was back in my office, rambling a stream of consciousness that made no sense to me. It seemed that anything he saw was incorporated into his monologue, for example, when I used the paper cutter he immediately said he could use it to cut off his arm. Finally he went to the foyer, sat on the wooden bench and argued loudly with himself.
When the pastors were finished their conversation our pastor, our custodian and I discussed what to do with our visitor. Our (male) pastor decided to convince him to move on. It took 20 minutes or more, most of that time outside without his coat on a cold day. Our visitor was left at the bus stop with a ticket to ride.

We struggle with how to respond to such incidents. How do we love our neighbour when they smell bad? How do we communicate when they seem to be in another universe? How do we balance our personal and property safety with being welcoming? Especially in this season of advent, when we are reminded that God works in unexpected ways, it’s tough!

Are you my neighbour?

Photos from lightstock.com


Many years ago, I made this butterfly for my former pastor and dear friend, Bertha Landers. This afternoon I was privileged to visit with her briefly in her new home in a retirement  complex, and the butterfly graced her coffee table.

The butterfly is often used as a symbol for new life. And Bertha was, for me, a midwife for a new life. After Volker died, when I struggled to come to terms with the changed world I lived in, Bertha listened and advised, walking with me through the darkness.

I chose to make the butterfly of stain-glass. It was a craft that Volker indulged in for several years before his death. He taught me, though I could never make the neat welds that he did. And so, this butterfly spoke of both the old and the new.

Thank you, Bertha. I am forever grateful for your faith, for your love, for your influence in my life!


An Anabaptist Learning Workshop

Following Jesus Together While Having Very Different Beliefs

How does kimchi relate to following Jesus? Pablo (Hyung Jin) Kim-Sun and Jinah Im were quite happy to explain last Saturday (April 7).

Kimchi Ingredients (Simple version) Congregational Ingredients
green onions varying genders
chives singing styles
sea salt praying styles
red chili powder ‘heart’ language (first language spoken)
fermented shrimp who is Jesus?
anchovy sauce what is the meaning of Jesus’ death
onion what is the meaning of Jesus’ resurrection?
Fuji apple how do we live faithfully?
Asian pear what does it mean to live justly?
garlic (and many more)
sticky rice


  • There are hundreds of varieties of kimchi, just as there are hundreds of varieties of congregations.
  • Most of us recognize cabbage kimchi, but other vegetables can also be used. Those of us in the workshop are ‘European’ Anabaptists, but often now our congregations include people from other parts of the world.
  • Kimchi has evolved over the centuries; Napa cabbage and chili powder are more recent additions to traditional recipes. Our Anabaptist beliefs and understandings have also evolved over the last 500 years and hopefully will continue to do so.
  • Some ingredients in kimchi get blended together, some are left distinct. So too the ingredients of our congregations, some things get mashed together, some things stay distinct.
  • Kimchi needs time to ferment, to create that unique flavour, each day tasting a little sharper. Can we recognize how the church also needs time to ferment, how over time we can become more flavourful?
  • In Korea making kimchi is a community event. So together we learned how to make kimchi and how we might use diversity to demonstrate the vastness of God’s love to the world.

On the Anabaptist Learning Workshop website

Advent Haiku #6

white and black
a splash of red, flit
and you’re gone

I love catching a glimpse of the woodland creatures that live in these city parks. I always feel like I’ve got a glimpse of the Creator, Godself.

Advent Haiku #5

snowflakes lie still
light bounds off crystal planes
diamonds everywhere


It was too cold for my little dog outside so I went for a walk alone. Snow is falling gently, yet it is piling up quickly. It is not dark despite the hour, for the street lights glancing off ice crystals makes everything bright. With every step bits of light sparkle all over the ground. It is so beautiful!

Those snowflakes are not moving, are not doing anything once they hit the ground. They are just being what they are — bits of ice. We humans seem to think we must do more, be more, have more.

Perhaps I can reflect the Light by being still.