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The Rev. Deborah Anne Ban

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The Rev. Deborah Anne Ban - 1958 - 2016 

These are sad days at Yorkminster Park. Our Minister of Discipleship, the Rev. Deborah Ban, died early Thursday morning after battling lung cancer over the last ten months. As most are aware, Deborah was a remarkably sensitive and creative person, a kind and wise minister, and a wonderful mother and wife. She listened carefully and loved forcefully. For all of us who had the privilege of counting her as a colleague, friend, or pastor, it is a heartbreaking loss, but all the more so for her family.  

We continue to keep her beloved husband, the Rev. Craig Rumble, and their daughter, Micah Braelyn in our prayers as well as Craig's church, Markham Baptist. 

Previously, Deborah served as Family Education administrator CMHA York Region; Counsellor with Family Counselling Centre, Sarnia; Pastor/team pastor at Temple Baptist (now Banwell Community Church), Windsor; Chaplain at Kingston General Hospital; Calvary Baptist, Denver Colorado; Lorne Park Baptist, Mississauga; and as a student with Burlington Baptist, Burlington; and McNeil Baptist, Hamilton.  She and Craig both graduated from McMaster Divinity College where her late parents, Joseph and Arline Ban, both served on faculty. 

Thank you to one and all for the many messages you have sent Deborah along the way and for the prayers you have offered on her behalf. As we are united in our grief may we also be united as we press on in the hope of Christ's gift of eternal life. 

A memorial service of thanksgiving for Deborah's life will be held at Yorkminster Park Baptist Church, 1585 Yonge St. Toronto, on Thursday, October 6, 2016 at 1 p.m.

Praise for the Choir's Praise

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I received the following note from Barbara McDougall O.C. who has been very involved in our refugee ministries and was also federal Minister of External Affairs; Employment and Immigration and several other portfolios during her years as a Member of the Canadian Parliament.  I was encouraged, though not surprised, to receive her praise for the choir's singing last week at St. Paul's Cathedral in London, England. 


From Barbara McDougall O.C.

"I was in London last week, taking a few days timeout. I stayed in my favourite small hotel, owned and managed by the same family for four generations, conveniently located near Buckingham Palace, in case the Queen wanted me to drop in for tea. (She didn't call. Shucks.)

It is also within an easy walk of Green Park, on the Mall leading to the Palace, where there is a beautiful memorial to Canada's veterans and war dead. It is a subtle and elegant sculpture, very low key, sensitively rendered, and discreet, and I visit it every time I am in London. It is a reminder of to all of how special our country is, and to me that my father, coincidentally a deacon at Yorkminster Park in the late1940's, was based in London for nearly three years during World War II and lived in Kensington, not far away. I recommend to every Canadian passing through London that this is a special memorial for us.

But last week's visit had a particular highlight: the evensong service at St Paul's Cathedral led by William Maddox and the Yorkminster Park choir. I attended two of the services, and have to pass on to you how beautifully the choir sang, and how superb the organ was at the hands of William Maddox. Although the cathedral is always full of tourists wearing baggy shorts and back packs, many of them walking back and forth and gazing upwards to the spectacular dome, oblivious to the fact that a service is going on, it was interesting that many paused to listen at least for a few minutes. And those who had managed to find a chair and stayed for the full service (only about 45 minutes,) were rewarded with an elegant liturgy - 400 years old according to the program - executed superbly, as one would expect, by the YP choir.

I'm sure there were other Yorkminster people and families there, although I didn't recognize anyone, but my purpose in writing this is to ask you to spread the word among the congregation how proud we can be of our splendid choir and its contribution to a great Christian tradition, and in a great historic place. And please tell the choir members too!"



Into the Mystery

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Into the mystery - It's a new day and though I know not what may come my way, the sun is up and we are not alone. So much to be thankful for... always.


Memories of the Okanagan

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I am partial to fridge magnets, but Janet prefers more serious souvenirs. Four years ago on a visit to the Carcajou Cherry Orchards on the edge of picturesque Summerland, B.C., Janet fell in love with an unusual poppy which she wanted to take with her as a keepsake. Of course the idea was crazy. Chances are the delicate little flower which seemed to grow wild in the orchard wouldn't have survived a transplant from one end of their garden to another, let alone one end of the country to the next. We didn't take the poppy with us, but we did drive off with a pretty nice bag of cherries. 

The Carcajou Orchard was a special place because it was where Jessica and Alex worked each summer after they finished tree planting in northern B.C. A few months after our visit the owners of the orchard, Keith and Jan Carlson, arrived in Toronto for Jessica and Alex's wedding and presented Janet with a tiny momento of our visit tucked inside an envelope. Needless to say it wasn't a fridge magnet, but a pocket full of poppy seeds of the Bombast Rose variety, and each year since, there have been more and more poking through the ground in our Toronto garden and as they bloom we can't help but think back to that beautiful spot where the cherries grow from down on the shores of Lake Okanagan to halfway up Giant Head Mountain, and where the fruit tastes so sweet that even in the winter they call the town Summerland.

Grace and Peace

Peter 

St. Elias Blog - 08-16.JPGThose who participated in our 2010 Pilgrimage of Sacred Spaces visit to St. Elias Byzantine Ukrainian Catholic Church in Brampton will never forget the unique splendour of the space and the warm welcome of Father Roman Galadza. And so our hearts ached for them when St. Elias was destroyed by fire just prior to Easter in 2014. But Father Galadza promised to rebuild and he and his people have persevered with this vision. On a recent sojourn west of the city I stopped in on St. Elias. The church has been raised up from the ashes as a magnificent symbol in this community of the power of Christ's resurrection to raise us all from death to life eternal. May God continue to bless Father Roman and the people of St. Elias as they proclaim the Risen Christ in word and in deed.

The Osprey

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Day after day we see an osprey.  
watching the water below.
He is waiting for prey 
It's just nature's way.
Yet, maybe he's here
to teach us not fear
but to watch and to pray, 
day after day after day.

The Sweet Spot

P1160100.jpgI visited Leonard Sweet, (one of our Lester Randall preachers of 2015), recently in his octagonal shaped inner sanctum where he pens his many books and countless sermons. It was the entrance to his study that caught my attention first as it was an old nautical door taken from a ship. To begin with the door is not nearly high enough to accommodate a man of Leonard's six foot plus stature. What's more, to add to the challenge of entering the study, the door frame rises six to eight inches from the floor creating a threshold that one could easily trip over. However, it is all by design he reassured me. He went on to explain that his study is where he prepares to preach and in order to do so effectively he must be both humble and confident, thus a door frame that forces him to bow down to the Lord and a ledge that encourages him to step up in faith. He didn't comment on the nautical theme, but clearly one's entry into the word is nothing less than a grand adventure. So bow down, step up, set your sails and wait on the Spirit as you open the Word.

Summer Blooms

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"How's your summer been?" I asked a young college student from down the street whom I hadn't seen since the late spring. "Great so far," he replied. I liked his answer as he was not only positive about what has already unfolded, but still looking ahead to so much more. As the shorter evenings become more noticeable we can lament the loss of summer and fail to notice summer's beauty continuing to burst into bloom. 

Summer is a time to slow down, breathe deeply of the splendour all around, and give thanks. I am so blessed each day by new blooms in the garden with their delicate petals, intricate designs and rich bright colours. And of course I am blessed by my children who kept it watered while we were away. Each flower is a call to wonder and gratitude.

The Song of the Wren

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I saw a wren again today, or should I say I heard it. I also heard one last summer on the shores of Lake Erie and I am told they sing in Toronto too, but it was earlier today on a walk through a rural estuary that the song again captured my heart. 

The wren is not the prettiest bird in the forest and might well be mistaken for a simple sparrow were it not for its song. It is plain brown in colour and pudgy in shape with a tail feather that won't sit down, but when it sings, oh when it sings, it all but gives me wings. 

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The wren is like one of those remarkable people who always finds the good and virtuous thing on which to dwell. We want such people around. In fact we need to surround ourselves with a choir of such voices. I believe the song of the wren lives in all our hearts waiting to be sung and when it is, we are closer to the Kingdom of God. 

The Soil and the Soul

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I saw some beautiful blue and purple hydrangeas while out on a walk this evening.  We are more familiar with the white and pink hydrangeas in Toronto, but in fact the only difference between a pink or red hydrangea and a blue or purple one is the chemicals in the soil.  From what I understand, white hydrangeas are pretty much static in terms of their colour, but not so with the pink, red, blue and purple hydrangeas.  Those of the red and pink tones simply have higher levels of phosphorous in their soils which can be enhanced with the addition of lime, whereas the bluer hydrangeas have levels of aluminum in the soil that give them their colour.  

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There is a sense in which we are like hydrangeas.  The nutrients that feed our souls give shade to our character.  Someone was recently speaking about the way fear and ignorance feed racist tendencies.  In contrast the Spirit of Christ, when we abide in him and his word abides in us, shades our lives with the tones of his love and grace for one and all.  It is never too late to adjust the soil on which our souls feed and when we feed on Christ, though completely unaware, we enhance our true beauty through acts of love and kindness.  

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Rev. Dr. Peter Holmes

Peter Holmes, BA, MDiv, DMin is the Minister of the Congregation at Yorkminster Park Baptist Church

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