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Saturday, January 25, 2025

LET THERE BE LIGHT (BY PHILIPPA)

 

I was going to write a totally different blog today about our strong and hardy walking group braving the
morning's winter cold but a friend sent me this article from the Washington Post that I knew as soon as
I read it I wanted to share with all my friends. I am not particularly religious but Right Rev. Mariann
Budde will restore your faith in humanity. The article is written by Ron Charles:


And God said, Let there be light.” On Tuesday morning, a slight, 65-year-old woman
standing in the National Cathedral looked at Donald Trump and gently pleaded with him to show
mercy to frightened children and poor laborers and victims of war.
For the Right Rev. Mariann Budde, the Episcopal bishop of Washington, it was a sacred moment
to preach the message of love to the new president of the United States.
But for Trump and other Americans who have rammed the Gospels through the eye of a needle,
the invocation of Jesus’ message was an outrage.
Trump was seated in the front row of the congregation, but he was still too far away from Budde
to grab her by the pulpit. Once he’d been carried back to his nest of sycophants, though, he
proclaimed on Truth Social: “The so-called Bishop who spoke at the National Prayer Service on
Tuesday morning was a Radical Left hard line Trump hater. She brought her church into the
World of politics in a very ungracious way. She was nasty in tone, and not compelling or smart.”

“Nasty” — the First Felon’s go-to slur for women who intimidate him — is a ludicrous
description of Budde, who is clearly animated by intelligence, grace and courage.
Courage, in fact, is a theme in her books, which I started reading on Tuesday after Rep. Mike
Collins (R-Georgia) said Budde should be deported. 

In her first book, “Gathering Up the Fragments” (2009), Budde seems to anticipate this week’s
backlash. “While some would prefer their clergy never mention politics,” she writes, “scripture
makes it clear that we who speak in God’s name must address the pressing social concerns of our
time.”

“Gathering Up the Fragments” is a collection of reflections and suggestions for composing
sermons, but I still found it surprisingly relevant to those of us working outside the church.
“We can’t respond to everything, but with courage we can respond to some things,” Budde
writes. “‘Be strong, do not fear!’ Live boldly. Love well. Who knows, if through our efforts,
imperfect as they are, we might save another’s life? Who knows? The life we save, with our
imperfect love, may be our own.” If that last line reminds you of a book by Paul Elie or a short
story by Flannery O’Connor, you’re right. In all her books, Budde moves like the seasoned
preacher she is, harvesting stories from the Bible for guidance, inspiration and metaphor. But
she’s also deftly attentive to a wide variety of religious and secular writers in the modern age. As
a lifelong note-taker, she always has apt references and quotations at hand — from Dietrich
Bonhoeffer, Martin Luther King Jr., Thomas Merton, Louise Erdrich, Doris Kearns Goodwin,
Anne Lamott, Peter Gomes, Marilynne Robinson and many more.

Courage, in fact, is a theme in her books, which I started reading on Tuesday after Rep. Mike
Collins (R-Georgia) said Budde should be deported.
In her first book, “Gathering Up the Fragments” (2009), Budde seems to anticipate this week’s
backlash. “While some would prefer their clergy never mention politics,” she writes, “scripture
makes it clear that we who speak in God’s name must address the pressing social concerns of our
time.”

Coincidentally, Budde’s most recent book, “How We Learn to Be Brave,” begins with her
previous entanglement with Trump. In 2020, the president used St. John’s Church, across from
the White House, as the backdrop for a stunt to publicize his threats against Americans protesting
the killing of George Floyd. Horrified by the president’s rhetoric, Budde spoke out strongly and
publicly: “Everything he has said and done is to inflame violence.” Suddenly, she was an
international hero — and a pariah.
“It seemed to others that I was being very brave,” she writes. “In truth, it felt more like being
summoned to take my place alongside others who were being brave.... The courage to be brave
when it matters most requires a lifetime of small decisions that set us on a path of self-awareness,
attentiveness, and willingness to risk failure for what we believe is right.”
There’s no boasting about her bouts of fame. Wrestling with chronic pain and confounded by the
paradoxes of theodicy, she’s always ready in “How We Learn to Be Brave” to confess her own
shortcomings and the temptations of pride. “When stepping up to the plate in the public arena,”
she notes, “there is always the risk of focusing on the response, as if media attention determines
the merit or impact of our actions.” 

She knows it doesn’t. What matters often takes place far off-stage. When Budde writes about my
favorite Anne Tyler novel, “Saint Maybe,” I had that electric feeling of the preacher talking
directly to me. From Tyler’s poignant story, she learned, as I did, that “faithfulness isn’t always
about taking big leaps, but also walking with small steps, and that it’s possible to make a lasting
difference in the world by tending to one small corner of it.”
And so, Budde cradles our doubts and reassures us that cowardice is natural but never final in the
long arc of salvation. “The message throughout Scripture is that whenever God, or life itself,
issues the summons, it’s normal to feel both unworthy and unprepared, but it doesn’t matter,” she
writes. “We are to step into the gap between our current capacity and what’s needed anyway.
“This country needs leaders now, and citizens who can face things as they are, work to change
what can be changed, and not give up hope for the future.” Amen. ❖

 








Sunday, January 19, 2025

The Conversation Never Stops

 It's wonderful to be a Toronto Power Walker.  Of course it's for the exercise and the push to get outdoors in all weathers.  But it's also for the conversation.  It never ends!  And always educates.

This week the weather was not encouraging and after quite a wet "half loop" most of us called it quits. The conversation during the wet part of the walk in my group dealt with the difficulty of  finding a family doctor and the resulting problems in getting treatment.  As someone who has always been lucky enough to have a general practitioner, I was surprised, and somewhat dismayed, to hear the stories of those who don't.

Inside, we settled into our usual haunt with hot drinks. But this week we were treated by a member to homemade shortbread to eat with them.  The conversation turned to where to buy the best olive oil and spices, both locally and out of town. The gourmet cooks in our group weighed in on what we should never economize and why.

As usual, I left with another book recommendation, warm feelings on a damp day, and my "steps" accomplished.



Sunday, January 12, 2025

A Winter Walk (BY DANIELLE)

 It is difficult to overstate the beauty of newly fallen snow. The silence can be heard over
the sounds of voices and traffic. The light seems to be coming from the ground and from
the trees. The snow may have made the trip precarious but a surprisingly large group of
TPW walkers joined yesterday in a somewhat slippery but nonetheless hopeful walk
along the walkways and roads of the cemetery, My walking partner D and I found that
linking arms kept us moving together with no scary outcomes. Remember the
Commandments from Orwell’s Animal Farm? “Two legs bad, four legs good.” While that
is definitely not what Orwell (nor his characters) meant, it sure is good advice on ice!
I have family members who live in Los Angeles. I am thinking of them as they flee the
encroaching flames while I am enjoying this peaceful respite in the cold. What a strange
time we are living in. While nothing is stable nor certain in the natural environment nor in
the governments we rely upon, I feel that we need to take stock of our good fortune as
people who live in Canada. As a group of women who regularly encourage one another
to get outside no matter the weather, to take on many kinds of challenges, and to
celebrate birthdays, we do just that. Three cheers for TPW!

Monday, January 6, 2025

Remembering FW (BY BARB)

 

It is so hard to think (believe?) that FW is no longer with us.  That she is no longer walking with us - in her regular position at the back of the pack - happily so - and this speaks to one of her many traits - that she seemed completely comfortable with herself, walking alone but still with us as a group.  FW joined Jeans' Marines almost 20 years ago.  Even then she was battling breast cancer - her first diagnosis but definitely and most unfortunately not her last.  There's a lovely story from CN, indicative of FW's kindness and generosity of how she supported the others in the group as they trained for the Marine Corps marathon.  On the longer walks, she would make stops along the route to hand out treats and snacks as the group focused on the much longer distances required to train for the marathon.  FW herself could not train because of her diagnosis and treatments. 

But FW kept on walking.  And many of us have good memories of FW in our Calgary trip and Banff race in 2022.  She took great delight in going to the Royal Tyrrell Museum and engaging in her interest in dinosaurs. And in the race itself, again walking at her own pace, with determination, grace and good humour she finished the race.  

FW was smart, and a professional engineer who had travelled fairly widely with her work.  She was kind and thoughtful. Despite what we understand to be her 5 different battles with cancer over 20 years FW never complained.  We are all humbled by her courage, bravery and stoicism in the face of such cruel odds, endless treatments and setbacks - and a disease that did in the end, take her too young life.  We can take solace in the fact that we know, as a member of TPW she felt valued, and she appreciated the support and camaraderie that was always present for her.  

We will cherish her memory.  And she will be missed.