teaching trip wrap-up

Martin called today while on his way to a Teaching Committee meeting, asking how my trip went. I said it went well, and the wrap-up would be posted on my blog soon in case he wanted a full story. He said he didn’t want to have to read through my long posts, and would I please give him the abridged version. It went something like: “It was good, I went to Drummondville, then Victoriaville, met lots of folks, got caught up, helped out, and oh yeah, talked to a few people about Bahá’u’lláh.” So, if you’re looking for the short version, there it is, you can stop reading now – otherwise, keep reading.

Sunday morning, after a long day of hauling shingles around in the oppressive heat on top of the roof, I woke up to more crazy Shih Tzu tongue, more stomping around, and sounds of breakfast and pleasant socialization upstairs in the kitchen. I groggily eased myself out of bed and checked the time – #@%@*&, it’s not even 8:00!!! – and ambled headlong into a nice, refreshing shower. Today there was a different crew; Laurent stayed in Warwick for the day, and Chakda (Geneviève’s brother-in-law) was preparing for his thesis defense back in Sherbrooke. Instead, we had a slew of hefty, pure-laine Québécois neighbours from down the street helping us out, along with Benoît and Aurélien, a local Baha’i father-and-son team. Aurélien recently celebrated his 19th birthday; I gave him a copy of the Adam Crossley / Nine Point Landing CD I got at Unravel the Mysteries (I hope he likes it). Anyway, I hauled away and played gofer until around noon, when it was time for me to start packing up. Before leaving Victoriaville, though, I sat in on the 19-day Feast and told everybody stories of how Baha’i activities are doing in Ottawa, as well as showing them the pictures I took. It was beautiful. Victoriaville Feasts are small, to be sure, and a little disorganized compared to Ottawa Feasts. But that’s a temporary condition. It took over sixty years for Ottawa’s Baha’i community to grow to the point it’s at today. These folks are just setting out on their journey, and there’s a long road ahead of them, filled with divine confirmations just waiting to rain down on whoever puts their trust in Bahá’u’lláh and steps out into the arena of service.

One thing I learned during this trip is that progress can be slow, but it happens. While I was in Victoriaville pioneering my time pioneering (in case you’re wondering, that’s Baha’i shorthand for “going somewhere and staying for a period of time to help advance the progress of the Baha’i Faith”), everything seemed to go so slowly and I always wondered when things would finally get moving. I didn’t realize until now that things have been moving, in God’s time. Sometimes people do their very best to make things happen their own way, to convince others that theirs is the way to go, and so on – and meanwhile, God’s plan is in motion, setting things up in the background, making things happen slowly but surely, changing hearts one by one, a little at a time. We can either help that process or hinder it, but in the end, God’s will shall be done.

Going on this trip renewed my confidence. Bahá’u’lláh writes, “The source of courage and power is the promotion of the Word of God, and steadfastness in His Love.” It gave me courage to be able to tell people about His message for humanity. Sure, I didn’t do a perfect job of it, and I could have done more of it, more frequently, with more zeal and vigour, but I did what I could. I got to encourage a lot of my Bahá’í friends who were downhearted, and bring some light and joy into their lives. I got to be a “servant of the servants”. That meant a lot to me, and it made me feel like I was really making a difference. Beyond that, it just felt good to do – it felt right, like I was fulfilling my life’s purpose. That’s a great feeling. As well, going on this trip restored much of the confidence I lost after leaving Drummondville last year in the throes of a crushing depression. I felt the difference between then and now – and all the healing that’s come since last summer. I realized, I CAN do this. I CAN live my life in accordance with Bahá’u’lláh’s teachings. I felt intensely thankful.

Sahba suggested to me that I could get some Ottawa youth together for a teaching trip in the Drummondville/Victoriaville area sometime, perhaps during the summer. That could be interesting… it’s not too far from Ottawa, it’d give people a chance to practice their French, and it’d be easy to hook up (since we already have an ‘in’ with those communities already)… even better would be to have some of the Baha’i youth visit one of the native reserves out that way. There’s a pow-wow in Odanak in the first week of July… sound interesting, anyone? Let me know and we’ll hook something up… I was already planning on going down there and joining in for a day. Inshallah.

Ok, Catherine’s going crazy on me so I think I’m gonna have to go. Otherwise she might start attacking my keyboard and making me type all sorts of random letters. So, in conclusion I wish you all a good night, a pleasse aof gseok okergk, gerso[,gas’; sagl,regs,erl’,reagr4eyhagy89a 98 earha r hearjae rjejraHBRRE%HYU%$

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drummondville, day 2

today was quieter than yesterday, I think, but we still managed to stir up a ruckus. I’m actually in Victoriaville right now, staying with my good friends Geneviève and Craig – but let’s start from the beginning. The morning went slowly, with TV and breakfast being the main agenda items (along with shower and so on). While Nicole and I were visiting Guy yesterday, we mentioned we would be driving down to Warwick on our way down to Victoriaville, and Nicole invited Arlene (Guy’s wife) to come along. We picked her up today at about quarter past noon, a hot, sunny noonday under a gleaming blue sky. With a quick stopover at the Carrefour Jeunesse-Emploi to say hello to the staff (old friends of mine), we started on the way to Warwick. All the way down, Arlene (who arrived in Canada five months ago from Congo-Brazzaville) told us about life in the Congo, and the political situation there. Pretty shocking, to be sure. Nicole did most of the talking, while I sat in the back seat and prayed. Political conversations are always dicey and handling them in a way that well represents the Bahá’í teachings on the matter can be challenging. Hence, the prayers. Enh. We need ’em sometimes.

We got to Warwick around lunch time and stopped in at the Bahá’í coffee shop, La Brûlerie des Cantons. Jocelyne, co-owner and a devoted Bahá’í friend, took a few moments out of her busy workload to greet us warmly. She was pleasantly surprised to see me and asked all about what I was up to. In a few moments, though, she was back behind the counter, taking orders at the till from a steadily maintained queue of customers. Nicole, Arlene and I sat down for the lunch special – soup, sandwich and coffee. The conversation turned from political to spiritual (I don’t know how) and Arlene began asking about the Bahá’í Faith. She is a true seeker, and shared part of her spiritual search with us – to which Nicole, in particular, could easily relate. Apparently a family member first gave her a Bahá’í book to read in the Congo. We were both surprised when she began to tell us the story of how Bahá’u’lláh was imprisoned in the “Black Pit” in total darkness, chains binding His hands and feet – and how it was revealed to Him within this prison that He was the Best-Beloved of the worlds, the Manifestation of God for this Day. We went on to discuss various Bahá’í principles, and Jocelyne joined in with us again as the lunchtime queue dried up. I guess Forrest Gump was right. You never know what you’re gonna get.

After lunch, we said our goodbyes to Jocelyne (and Andréanne, her daughter, who returned to Warwick after finishing college to help with the family business) and moseyed on over to our next stop. Not before buying some coffee to take home, though. Anyway, after a short drive east of town, the stately Appalachian mountainside receded to reveal my old digs, Victoriaville, nestled in the foothills like a deer sleeping in a thicket, with the familiar old steel-and-neon cross stuck to the top of the mountain like a stamp of ecclesiastic approval. It was beauty itself to see the town again. Every time I come back to visit, I feel refreshed. I met up with Geneviève at her home, and we went to meet up with Craig, her husband, and frolic a bit in the renowned Frères du Sacré-Coeur orchards. After a bit of a mix-up (we waited for him in the wrong place), we finally did meet up and there were bemused smiles and hugs aplenty.

Geneviève is eight months pregnant. It’s my first time hanging around a pregnant woman for any extended period of time. It’s quite interesting. It certainly raises a lot of questions and makes me aware of what people can go through during this phase of their lives. I won’t expand too much on it (you probably don’t want to know anyway, and I need to get to bed), except to say that our stuffy, impersonal, business-is-business North American society does not seem to be very friendly to the pregnant woman’s plight.

We rounded out the evening putting Alex (Gen & Craig’s son) to bed; Craig and I said some prayers together, and we looked at some of the photos I had taken that day – for example, Craig and Alex taught me how to play cricket. I never thought I would understand cricket, but having an Australian expat and his son explain it to you does help somewhat.

Right now, I’m not quite sure what my next step will be. Geneviève and Craig are having new roofing put in on Saturday, a day I had planned to spend in Trois-Rivières. It’ll be a do-it-yourself job, and they need all the strong, able-bodied people they can get to make it happen. So now I’m considering staying in Victoriaville for Saturday, but I’m wondering where Trois-Rivières fits in. I’ll have to get in touch with Jeremy, my Bahá’í contact over there, to see how he feels about the whole thing – we’ve been coordinating this visit for almost a month, and I’d hate to see it fall apart. Anyway. I guess this is one of those times when prayer is needed. And reflection. For those of you who are keeping tabs on this little series, keep reading. More will be revealed.

drummondville, day 1

back at the Lachance family home for the night. The Lachances are awesome people with a storied and colourful past. Nicole and Marc (the mom & dad) became Baha’is in Granby when Denis and Jinous Allard were living there, back in the 70’s. They pioneered to Réunion island (in the Indian ocean) and afterwards to Gaspé (they helped form the first Spiritual Assembly of the Baha’is of Gaspé, ten years after my parents pioneered there). Right now they are hanging out in Drummondville, pioneering yet again, and teaching the heck out of this place. If you follow my blog you’ll know about the many people who’ve been declaring their faith in Baha’u’llah in Drummondville recently. Anyway, I digress.

After a slow, lazy morning of catching up, we had lunch and drove on out to Odanak, a native reserve down by the mouth of the Saint-François River at the St. Lawrence Seaway. Nicole introduced me to a few of her good friends out there. One of them is Nicole O’Bomsawin, general manager of the Musée des Abénakis – a museum devoted to the culture and history of the Waban-aki Nation, as the local First Nations people are known. I also met a couple more of her friends on the reserve, including a very kind elderly couple – the husband went around showing me a whole bunch of family photos. In the middle of our visit, someone else came over to help them clean house – the webmaster of the Waban-aki Nation web site. We talked web stuff for a few minutes; that was cool as all-get-out. Odanak is like a little village, and the people are very friendly. It was refreshing to be among them. The company of aboriginal people is so precious and rewarding. Apparently Nicole and several other Baha’is often make friendly visits there, so the townspeople know them fairly well by know.

Before returning to Drummondville, we bought a dreamcatcher for another friend of Nicole’s, a Congolese guy called Guy. It was his birthday today. (surprise!) We went to bring it to him after dinner. We rounded out the evening by going to visit Natasha, another one of the pioneers in Drummondville, and her three (rowdy) sons. They were delighted, and so were we. We just sat around, enjoying each other’s company, swapping stories, looking at photos, playing rock-paper-scissors, and so on until bedtime. Natasha and company are leaving Drummondville in mid-July to join Jacky, the man of the house, in Tahiti. Jacky is originally from Tahiti, and I believe the two of them met in New Caledonia. I guess their wish to pioneer back to Tahiti finally got the better of them – and all the better. They will be missed here, that’s for sure. There’s always email, and MSN messenger. And of course, who wouldn’t be up for a month-long travel-teaching trip to Tahiti…?

Gabrielle and I just got done talking about pioneering. She works as a costumer (or tailor, or seamstress, or whatever you call it… she has a college diploma in fashion design, anyway), and she’s been thinking of leaving Drummondville sometime after this summer to go short-term pioneering somewhere – maybe Hong Kong, she mused, maybe the Caribbean. She was elected to the Spiritual Assembly of the Baha’is of Drummondville this year, but were she to leave, there’d probably be enough people left to keep going, what with the six new adult Baha’is in town. It’s exciting stuff, to be sure. So much movement and growth in this little community, stuck on the highway like a blot between Québec and Montreal, and yet shining like a lamp with the fire of the love of Baha’u’llah. Baha’is here are rising to the challenges brought forth by the Universal House of Justice, and are striving in their own ways to unify humankind, bring together the diverse races, religions and nations, and light the fire of universal love and brotherhood among their friends and neighbours. It’s a privilege for me to be here today. It took me years to get here, and, just for today, I don’t regret a moment of it.

drummondville

salut tlm, je suis rendu à Drummondville, chez les Lachance… je relaxe un peu et je prends des nouvelles… Gabie s’en vient dîner dans un petit bout… par après, Nicole et moi s’en vont à Odanak recontrer des gens… une journée mouvementée! attendez davantage de nouvelles plus tard…

hi everybody… I’m in Drummondville, hanging out with the Lachances (a Baha’i family here, and good friends of mine)… resting and catching up with news… we’re having lunch in a bit, and soon I’ll be off to visit the Odanak native reserve with Nicole… a busy day! look for more updates later…

better!

hey – check out the latest pictures (1) (2) (3) (4) on dragfyre.buzznet.com. we had a devotional meeting at my place tonight and twelve people came, including two Mormon missionaries. isn’t that cool? I love it. I was expecting maybe 3 or 4 people. we were pretty hot and sweaty at one point, too, cos we were all stuck in one room with the door closed and a bunch of candles on (as well as my computer monitor). note to self: keep door open next time. twelve people… jeez… I can hardly believe it. that’s what you call Divine confirmations. the Universal House of Justice encourages us to hold devotional meetings, everybody… so do it! it works!

what’s cool about these devotional meetings is that they’re very experimental and very open. we had a lot of books out in many different languages, from many different religions (Baha’i, Christian, Mormon, Buddhist… and I have more) and people picked and shared what they felt like. we said prayers for people who needed them, asked to remember certain people in our prayers, shared writings and prayers that inspire us, etc. Just whatever you need to share, whatever you’re inspired to share, share it. together we’re learning how the others keep in conscious contact with their Higher Power – and perhaps getting ideas. a bare minimum of rules and guidelines for the overall functioning of the meeting, always in evolution of course as you get more experience holding them. and Baha’is all over the world, led by the guidance of the Universal House of Justice, are holding devotional meetings of every form and shape, in ways that work for them. everyone worships in their own way; everyone connects with God in their own way. wow.

for an explanation of terms go here.

home, home on the range

dis is a note to tell alla you people that I’m all coolin out in Drummondville yo. my homies are in tha hizzouse yo word up to south side of the rivière St-François. my Hériot krew, my Lindsay posse, my St-Joseph crowd where ya at! make sum noize!

No but seriously y’all, dis place be mad hot. I gots me a phat crib, a sweet ride, and the sun be shinin’ through my window like damn! dis gon’ be nice, brother.

in other words, I hooked up my Internet connection, cleaned up the pad on Monday with Claire, reprazentin’ tha MTL, one love, île de Montréal in tha house no doubt, hosted a phat jam last night for the fête de dix-neuf jours yo, 19-day feast, one love yo, a truly spiritual happenin’. and now it’s time for the one two, we gon’ deliver flowers, and yo, I be like sortin’ out alla my papers an’ all dat. returnin’ the real. crazy.