a channel of grace

dr. shapour javanmardi, October 24, 2005

To be a channel of God’s grace on earth, one must be humble. One must be ready to serve all of humanity without a trace of prejudice. One must have unshakeable faith in the power of divine assistance, and a strong, all-embracing love for all those who may cross one’s path.

Dr. Shapour Javanmardi, who “welcomed all… with matchless hospitality, whose devotion to the Cause was a constant inspiration to greater action, and whose ceaseless encouragement… strengthened and uplifted so many [in their] paths of service”, was indeed a channel of God’s grace to those he knew. Upon his passing in October 2005, the hearts of many opened up in warm and loving remembrance of a soul who had travelled the world to spread abroad the fragrance of God’s love:

“Having lived as a Bahá’í pioneer in Tunisia with his wife Mahin, he settled in Québec forty years ago (1966), and there he sustained the growth of the Bahá’í Faith. His efforts greatly contributed to the development of several nascent Bahá’í communities in Québec, including Victoriaville, Warwick, and Drummondville in the Centre-du-Québec region, as well as the community of Montréal.”

“He was the most loving, warm, and self-sacrificing man I’ve known. He was the grandfather of some very close friends of mine, but he was so kind to all that I often thought of him as my own grandfather.”

“Every time he welcomed me with his warm embrace, I returned home feeling that this was friendship, this was love, this was what it meant to be a Bahá’í.”

“His warmth, his all-embracing love, his passion and courage, and his capacity to encourage, inspire and rally the troops of the All-Beloved were unique and irreplaceable.”

“…we deeply lament the passing of a dear, long-time friend…”

“He was truly a fine man. Anyone who had met him should feel blessed.”

In remembrance of Dr. Javanmardi, I’ll share a story here that I’ve told and retold, about him and his wife, and how great was their faith in the power of God’s assistance.

The Javanmardis settled in the Montréal area in the 1960s, at a time when the Bahá’í community around the world was growing by leaps and bounds. It seemed as though everyone was curious to hear about this new message from God, a message based on unity, love, kindness, justice, and peace. In the interest of sharing this message with as many people as possible, Bahá’ís would often travel to new places, seeking out receptive souls who were waiting to hear.

Shapour Javanmardi and his wife Mahin were no exception. Whenever they had a moment to spare from helping to build and strengthen the Bahá’í community in their hometown, they buckled up for a drive into Québec’s heartland. They criss-crossed the countryside, rolling through villages and towns, stopping to speak with locals in the hopes of striking up a conversation. On one of these occasions, they had been driving around in this way for hours without much success. Tired, they began to consider turning back and heading home. But before heading back, they thought, they should at least stop somewhere and offer prayers. Maybe the prayers would attract divine confirmations and lead some pure soul towards them, towards the Cause of Bahá’u’lláh.

glorious afternoon in victoSo they rounded the next curve and drove over the next hill, and spotted a good place to stop, in a small driveway in front of a farmhouse, surrounded by fields. There they stopped, pulled out prayer books and began to pray: For God’s guidance, for His assistance, and for the triumph of His Cause. Big prayers. Beautiful prayers. The kind that reach down into the core of your being and say, “This is it.” And finally, after a few more moments of reflection, they rolled back out of the driveway and turned back towards home.

Somehow, when humble and pure souls offer prayers to their Lord, He ends up answering those prayers in astonishing ways. And wouldn’t you know it, that driveway they pulled into belonged to a farmer and his wife who, many years later, became the first people in the region to declare their faith in Bahá’u’lláh, in the tiny village of Warwick. More of their family members became Bahá’ís, and soon enough, in the neighbouring town of Victoriaville, a Local Spiritual Assembly was formed, the first in the region. Although his wife had passed away by that time, Dr. Javanmardi, now a member of the Regional Bahá’í Council of Québec, came to visit the members of the Assembly, treating us to lunch and telling us all about this story, the story of how those prayers were finally answered. Fifteen years later, that same Spiritual Assembly still stands, and the community has grown in size and in maturity.

What is this, if not the evidence of Divine grace? Dr. Javanmardi, we miss your warmth and your presence among us, but we honour you and what you were enabled to achieve. May you always be richly blessed, in all the worlds of God.

The original post, dr. shapour javanmardi, is one of the most popular posts on doberman pizza. Quotes from doberman pizza, Jeunesse Bahá’íe, and service in zambia. Photo: La Presse, 26 october, 2005.

ces anges du grand rassemblement

C’est aujourd’hui que commence une grande conférence à Montréal, regroupant des jeunes d’à travers le Québec, le Nunavut, et les provinces maritimes du Canada, “qui aspirent à se défaire de la léthargie que la société leur impose et à travailler côte à côte dans leurs quartiers et leurs villages pour commencer un processus de transformation collective”. Rappellant mes jours de service au Québec, et inspiré par le zèle et l’enthousiasme de la génération présente, j’ai composé quelques versets en leur éloge.

photo de groupe (ti-groupe)Ces jeunes qui quittent leurs foyers,
se rassemblant, se dispersant
tout comme autant d’aigrettes au vent,
parsèment de vie les prés d’été.

Se mêlant parmi leurs compères,
ils soufflent en eux la brise de foi,
et fracassant les chaînes du moi,
s’occupent à récréer la terre.

Voyez comment leur danse est belle!
Ces âmes célestes, esprits de bien,
reserrent les nœuds, renouent les liens,
en répondant au grand appel.

“Voilà des anges,” l’on dira d’eux :
bien qu’issus de lignée mortelle,
mais bénis d’une force spirituelle
propre aux habitants des cieux.

© 2013 Daniel Jones.


In case you haven’t heard, I’m moving back to Ottawa much earlier than I thought — like, Thursday. This decision came about as a result of a lot of soul-searching and rigorous honesty with myself and with God — and lots of prodding I guess. So not only will I be in town for Canada Day, but I’ll also be in town for a while afterwards — anyway, an indefinite period, at least until I get things sorted out in my life. It’ll be a great pleasure for me to come back to Ottawa and be reunited with all my friends there, and also a great sorrow for me to be separated from all my friends in Drummondville, Sherbrooke, Victoriaville and surroundings. I guess an “inshallah” is in order.

I’ll be taking up residence with my sis (at least for the time being) in Sector 9, not far from St. Laurent shopping centre. Focus sector yo. Respect. Y’all are welcome to come drop by anytime, alone or in groups, to play cards, play Tock, play b-ball, have coffee, deepen on the Writings, pray, whatever. I’d love to see you people.

In case you’re not in the know already, there’s an uplifting weekend of camping scheduled for the weekend after Canada Day. As Baha’u’llah said, “The country is the world of the soul, the city is the world of bodies.” Come get some soul food out on Lac Philippe with a bunch of sincere and devoted seekers after knowledge, divine confirmations and goofy fun. Interested? Call Catherine (my sister)!


Oliya got married today! She got married to her boyfriend, Patrick, in Kingsey Falls – just down the road from Warwick (which is just down the road from Victoriaville). It was very simple and really beautiful. It was fun too, because all the family was there and I got the chance to meet a whole bunch of people I hadn’t seen in a while, and even some people I hadn’t met. C’était vraiment super de revoir tout le monde au mariage… je vous aime trop… Félicitations à vous Patrick et Oliya… et meilleurs souhaits!

Et pour ceux qui veulent, j’ai mis en ligne des photos!

hello florida!

hey, phat shout-outs to my peeps in Gainesville who’ve come to visit my website. heheh. now that I added NedStat I can see you 😉

Happy Saint-Jean-Baptiste day! It’s basically “Quebec Day”. Everyone gets the day off work and the Baha’is celebrate the Feast of Mercy in the afternoon… lol 🙂 speaking of which, our feast starts at 11h (but continues into the afternoon, ha ha). So I better get going. Take care and remember, watch your backpack and watch your drinks. someone might spike them both.

five year plan spotlight

hey homies

some of you have noticed that there are pictures of the Drummondville/Victoriaville Bahá’ís in this month’s Bahá’í Canada! for the sake of repetition, here are the original colour photos 😉

Ruhi 3 in Victoriaville

Ruhi 3 in Victoriaville.
L to R, back row: Marcelle Turgeon, Gaëtane Carignan-Guerra, Maurice Turgeon. front row: me, Geneviève Allison, Jessika Sévigny.
Some of you have met Jessika. She came to Ottawa with me last year.

Spiritual Assembly of Drummondville

The Spiritual Assembly of the Bahá’ís of Drummondville.
L to R, back row: John Kendall, Patrick Boissinot, me, Jacky Teagaï, Marc Lachance. front row: Denis Laplante, Nicole Lachance, France Marie Sévigny, Natasha Teagaï.

The Ruhi 3 circle was fun. It was actually kind of wierd the way it happened — we started an intensive Ruhi 3 circle during the holidays, and then started another one in February when we noticed that more people wanted to go through the book. This photo is from the one we started in February. It finished at the beginning of May (actually, just before the 12th day of Ridván). We acted up quite a bit when practising the lessons — one person played the role of the teacher, and the others were the children. I acted as co-tutor for the study circle, along with Geneviève (holding the book). We were also the nastiest children. However, we got our due. In the spirit of fairness, we also played the role of teacher for one lesson each. We got housed.

The day we formed the Assembly in Drummondville the spirits were higher than a kite. It was the first time we’d had absolutely everyone in the Bahá’í community together in the same room — and with the arrival of several new pioneers (with three children!) and one youth from Montreal who’d moved back to the area after finishing her studies, the entire community dynamic had changed. It’s helped solidify the community a whole lot, and has been a pick-me-up for the pioneer families who had already been living in Drummondville for many years, waiting all along to form the long-awaited Assembly. And when I say long-awaited, I mean awaited by everybody in Québec for at least 20 to 30 years or more. Even I have no clue how fervently the Bahá’ís had prayed over the years to have an Assembly in Drummondville. Many thanks are due to Bahá’u’lláh and to the Concourse on High. Looks like they’ve had their hands full working for us…

In other news, tomorrow’s the Feast of Mercy. It’s also a civic holiday in Québec, the “Saint-Jean-Baptiste”. There’ll be fireworks tonight – I expect to go see them later tonight. First things first, though. I’ve got some work to do. talk to all you cool cats later. leave comments!