My new year's resolution: blog more often

So, as you’ve gathered by now, maintaining a blog clearly isn’t one of my strong suits. If you’re reading this right now, thanks for not giving up on me entirely and for still checking in from time to time.

If the blog entries have been few and far between, it’s certainly not because there’s not much going on around here. The autumn was, of course, full of studies. We covered everything from the churches’ mutual recognition of baptism to the 1910 World Missionary Conference in Edinburgh, polygamy to Hinduism. A rather wide-ranging array of topics, as you can see. Now the focus is on term papers. For those of you who might be interested, I’m doing a comparative study of the missiological implications of the eucharistic liturgy in the Orthodox and Anglican traditions, and another paper on the impact of the Vatican document Dominus Iesus on Anglican-Roman Catholic dialogue in Canada. (Any non-churchy friends reading this are forgiven for perhaps nodding off just now.)

Alongside studies, there was the ongoing joy and challenge of building a community of about 30 people from different parts of the world, different cultural backgrounds, and different traditions of the church. As one might expect, there have been some growing pains along the way. But our motley crew of Christians seems to have gelled together in its own unique way. I mentioned in a previous entry that soccer has proven to be a remarkable way to cross many boundaries. Now that it’s too cold to play football outside, cards have proven the source of much unity in our group. After an initial infatuation with poker, the preferred game is now asshole (which, for the uninitiated, is actually the name of a really fun card game we spent half of our last two years of high school playing in the cafeteria). Despite the fact that I’m the one who introduced the game to Bossey a few months ago, I now regularly get my butt kicked (just like I did when I played in high school, come to think of it).

As of yesterday, we’re on a two-week break for Christmas. While this won’t be my first Christmas away from the family homestead in Glengarry, it will be my first Christmas away from Canada entirely. I’ll be spending part of it with some old Canadian friends (John and Julie Rainford, from my Parliament Hill days) who now live in Geneva, then it’s off to southern Germany to hang out with some other friends (Christian Schrenier and Esperanza Rada from my Quebec City curacy days), and then it’s off to London for a few days to hook up with a couple of other friends there (my CHOM/CJAD/National Assembly buddy Stuart Greer, and William Willitts, another friend from my Ottawa days, now living in Australia, but who will be passing through the UK at the same time I will). So I certainly won’t be alone during the holidays. In fact, I’ll be surrounded by some rather friendly and familiar faces.

That being said, let me also say how thankful I am for all the notes and cards I received from Canada (and elsewhere) these past few days and weeks -- especially the many, many that came from my friends and former parishioners on the Magdalen Islands. This will be my first Christmas in three years not on the Mags, and it will feel strange, indeed. I’ve been invited to preach Christmas Eve at the Anglican church in Geneva. It’ll be nice, but it won’t be the same as being on Entry Island, or in Grosse-Île or Old Harry. (I will especially miss going from house to house on the back of a skidoo on Entry on Christmas Day!)

And so please allow this to be my heartfelt Christmas greeting to you all, wherever you may be. May it be a peaceful and restful time. And fun, too, of course.

Perhaps you’ll be reading more from me on here in 2008. Perhaps.

Earth to earth

What was perhaps Canada’s most visible contribution to the worldwide ecumenical movement now lies in its final resting place.

A 15-metre-high totem pole, given to the World Council of Churches at its sixth assembly in Vancouver in 1983, was this week lowered from its site on the grounds here at Bossey, where it has towered for more than two decades.

“Time has taken its toll on the totem pole, which is partially rotted and unfortunately now constitutes a danger to those who come to see it and to the passers-by from Bossey going about their ordinary business,” said WCC General Secretary Samuel Kobia in a recent email message to council staff.

The totem pole was a gift of the WCC’s Canadian member churches and the country’s First Nations. It was temporarily erected at the site of the assembly in Vancouver, the first in which aboriginal Canadian Christians were participants. At the conclusion of the assembly, the totem pole was lowered and moved to the Ecumenical Institute, where it was raised in 1984.

Created out of a single red cedar tree, the pole was interpreted by its carvers as a representation of “humanity’s spiritual search through the ages,” telling the story of the “people who follow the spirit of God.” The carvers themselves—aboriginal inmates of a Vancouver-area penitentiary who did the work as a labour of love—represented the marginalized of society.

Dr. Kobia said the decision to lower the weathered totem pole was taken “not without a bit of sadness,” but also on the advice of members of west coast First Nations, who assured him that totem poles are “not intended to last forever.”

After decades they would fall and be left lying on the ground to return to the good earth of God’s creation. The cycle would be complete. Through all of this process the pole would be treated with respect, with the story of its carving remembered visually and later by oral tradition,” Dr. Kobia said.

The story of the WCC’s Canadian totem pole will be preserved through a display that will be unveiled during a meeting of the council’s central committee in February, and located near where the pole once stood and where its remains now lie being reclaimed by the soil.

I chatted with the Swiss contractors hired to do the work. They said they’ve been asked to do a lot of different jobs, but this is the first time they’d ever been asked to dismantle a totem pole.

Life together

A big part of this program has to do with the fact that the 30 of us don’t just study ecumenism academically, we attempt to live it out in community. It’s no small feat when you consider that we represent eight different Christian traditions, speak at least a dozen different languages, and hail from practically every region of the world.

The place we call home is called Petit-Bossey (pictured above), a cozy residence building that’s a pleasant five-minute walk from the château where we get our three squares a day, take our coffee breaks, and have most of our classes.

Each day officially begins with a brief chapel service, which we take turns leading in pairs. I’m up this Thursday, planning worship with a Brazilian Methodist. Because of the diversity of our backgrounds, no two services are ever alike, which can be both interesting but also a little jarring. If we’ve experienced any tensions in our fledgling ecumenical community thus far, it’s been because of things that have been said or done in the chapel (pictured right). Not terribly surprising, I suppose, when you’re asking everyone from an African Pentecostal to a Romanian Orthodox to worship together and get something out of it.

Fortunately, we’re all able to agree on that most universal of religions: soccer. When weather and time permit, several of us leave our doctrinal divisions on the sidelines and hit the soccer pitch. In all seriousness, it’s remarkable how something like a team sport can be a great equalizer and rather minimize our differences.

Perhaps we should abandon plans for another World Council of Churches assembly and opt instead for a big ecumenical soccer tournament. Rather than a trophy, the winning denomination could get the right to call itself the One, True Church until the next tournament.

A visit from the General Secretary

Following a rather full two weeks of orientation and introductory lectures, our regular course of study began today. Delivering the first lecture was Samuel Kobia (on the left in the picture), the General Secretary of the World Council of Churches, the organization to which the Bossey Ecumenical Institute belongs.

Headquartered in Geneva, the WCC is a worldwide fellowship of over 300 churches of various denominations “which confess the Lord Jesus Christ as God and Saviour according to the scriptures and therefore seek to fulfill together their common calling to the glory of the one God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit,” and which strive to realize the goal of visible church unity. It’s kind of like the United Nations (and was, in fact, established the same year as the UN: 1948), except bringing together national churches rather than nation states.

Mr. Kobia delivered a sweeping lecture, tracing the ecumenical movement’s roots in the nineteenth-century missionary movement, to the seminal 1910 World Mission Conference in Edinburgh, up to the present ecumenical context almost a century later. Among the newer challenges facing the worldwide ecumenical movement is the sharp rise in the number and influence of charismatic, Pentecostal, and independent churches in the global south, as well as the increasingly urgent need for dialogue not just among Christians, but between Christians and those of other faiths altogether.

Since my last entry, our numbers have increased by five. We’ve been joined by an Indonesian Lutheran, a Methodist from the Philippines, and three “post-denominational” Christians from China. More on what “post-denominational” Christianity means—and how the faith is evolving in China—in a future entry.

Bienvenue à Bossey!

After months of anticipation (and relatively little preparation), I’ve finally arrived at the Bossey Ecumenical Institute to begin a year in residence, working toward a master of theology in ecumenical studies.

The institute is centred around a converted chateau situated about a half-hour’s drive outside Geneva, in the bucolic surroundings of rural, French-speaking Switzerland. We’re on the shores of Lake Geneva, the Jura Mountains in the background, and bell-clad cows grazing and clanging in the background. All that’s missing is Heidi frolicking through the meadows.

The setting is rather conducive to reflection and study, which is, of course, what I’m here to do along with about 30 other students. I’m the only North American in the bunch, the others coming from (in no particular order) Indonesia, South Korea, Madagascar, Bosnia, Ukraine, Cameroon, Romania, Germany, India, England, Sierra Leone, Nigeria, Zambia, Bolivia, Myanmar, Georgia, Brazil, Rwanda, and Belarus. (Some other students are still having visa issues and may or may not be able to join us in the days ahead. If they do, the list of nations will get even longer.) Equally diverse are the churches we represent. I’m one of two Anglicans, with the other participants coming from Presbyterian, Lutheran, Roman Catholic, Orthodox, United, Methodist, Baptist, and Pentecostal churches. Pictured above, from the left, are my classmates Mar Bwe (a Baptist from Myanmar), Dilene (a Methodist from Brazil), Prashant (Church of North India), and Hee Wung (a Methodist from South Korea).

We’re a motley crew, to be sure, but we all seem to be settling in nicely to life together. We’ve already had some animated (though not heated) discussions both in and out of class. We’re also having to get accustomed to different worship styles, since our twice-a-day chapel services are planned and led by the student body, according to our geography and/or tradition. So far we’ve had everything from African drums to hymns in German. I have to lead a “North American” worship service by myself next week, whatever that is. Suggestions would be welcome.

I’m not sure how frequent these updates will be. I’ve never blogged before, and it’s still not clear how big my workload is going to be. But I’ll do my best to share at least occasional glimpses of this remarkable international, ecumenical experience on which I’ve embarked.