Posts Tagged ‘ Family ’

back home

Well, we’re back and beginning to recover from jet lag after our first trip to the African continent.  Lynette, Pascal and I got to spent the better part of July in Kenya, with a few days in London en-route. What a trip. I’ve got more photos posted on my Facebook account, if you’d care to […]



Great post about my Grandma

After spending some time with my grandmonther, my cousin wrote a beautiful blog post. the journey of a diamond “Her arms held a million wrinkles and 100 million memories as well. As we (my mother and I) entered the room where she sat, she didn’t stop talking. Jabbering incoherently, her emotions were in obvious distress. […]



home again, home again

Had a great family vacation in and around Winnipeg. Connected with a number of church leaders in the avant-church world and connected with lots of family.

One night we got together with Mark Humphries and the simple church he does life with. Mark has been one of the truly innovative leaders in the avant-church world. I first met him in the mid-late ’90s at GenX 2.0 where he led a workshop integrating the church and arts. He was so far ahead of his time.

I also got to share breakfast with Brother Maynard. He’s a really good missional thinker and has an amazing grasp of the Winnipeg scene.

Next time I hope to also connect with Jamie Arpin-Ricci.

But mostly we spent time with our family. The Friesen family had a big reunion (my dad is one of 12 kids), I hadn’t seen some of my cousins in at least 20 years. It was so good to be together, and sense our roots, and hear life stories.

We stayed with Lynette’s brother’s family. A great time . . . I wish we lived closer together. Here are a couple of photos.

Peace, dwight



it is finished

After more than a year of labor, permit problems, miscuts, and slivers our deck is done.

BEFORE:

After:

Peace, dwight



altar to Baal

For some time Lynette has had an altar in her creative space at home.  The altar serves as a prompt to prayer, and is littered with holy objects from her journey: photos of people, poetry, journals, prayer beads, etc.  Though it is nothing fancy it is beautiful.

Our Christ-commons meets Sunday nights which leaves our Sunday mornings open, except for those days when I am guest speaking.  Every once in a while we attend the Episcopal church near our home.  Not too long ago Lynette and Pascal were getting ready to go to the Episcopal church when Pascal protested; “Let’s not go to the church building, let’s stay at home and worship God at mommy’s altar.”  Now if only he had left it there – but no – he went on to say that he wanted to create an altar too.  Only he wanted to create an altar to worship Baal.

It almost makes us think we should stop telling him Old Testament stories – an altar to Baal – I mean really!  How many four year olds even have a context where that would make sense.  Not only I am raising a heretic but an idolater. 

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. 

peace, dwight



watching innocence fade

Innocence cannot be saved.  It seems every child will experience this loss.  And it always hurts.

Yesterday I watched as my three-year-old son lost some of his innocence to a small group of boys ranging from 4-8 year-olds who were playing across the street.  We were inside the house when Pascal noticed them and he wanted to play too. 

We helped him put on his shoes, and off he went.  In just a few minutes he came walking back sobbing.  The older boys were playing a bit rough and making fun of him.  As you know every “little kid” wants desperately to be a “big kid.”  The boys were taunting Pascal saying things like, “I bet you don’t even know what one plus one, equals?”  Hearing this Pascal just stared at them; it was clear that he both did not know what the words meant nor did he understand the sarcasm in their voices.  But he was able to discern that it didn’t feel good. 

As far as I know this is may be one of the first times he has been flat out mocked.  Until now most of our parental comforting has involved illness, him hurting himself, discipline or kid play turned rough.  For the first time his tears were brought about by a group intentionally being cruel and primarily through language.

I love kissing boo-boos.  Boo-boos go away and the cause is usually clear even to a three-year-old.  But holding him and trying to explain that sometimes people are just mean is very different and I don’t like it.

If you ever saw the movie Grand Canyon you might recall the scene where a BMW stalls in the wrong end of town.  While waiting for his tow-truck, the BMW is spotted and surrounded by a number of gang members.  Before anything can happen the tow-truck pulls up and the truck driver starts hooking up the the BMW.  The tow-truck driver pulls the leader of the gang aside and says something like: “Hey man, the world isn’t supposed to be this way.  I’m supposed to be able to do my job without asking you first.  And that dude should be able to with with his car without you ripping’ him off.  Everything is supposed to be different than what it is here.” 

That’s how I felt watching my son’s confused tears bounce off his checks and splash on the sidewalk. 

Peace, dwight



playground

So I am committed to non-violence. Well, I had lunch with Paul Steinke yesterday and we were talking about violence and Christian responses and he was lovingly challenging me on my stance, and drawing out my heritage. We got talking about René Girard, as Paul is in process of reading The Girard Reader, and though […]