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Pumpkin Spice Services

This month we are offering Pumpkin Spice services – sweet, savory with the occasional Jack-o-lantern! Or not, we are just hopping on the bandwagon that is offering pumpkin spice flavouring in or on just about everything, and we do want to bring some warm comfort and joy to our journey together into the ever uncertain future. Also, for a small donation, we have pumpkin spice cappuccino from our Keurig machine, or regular coffee and tea if you are not so inclined.


This past week on Thursday I had the privilege of going to Red Deer Cemetery for the unveiling of a memorial stone. The stone (see pictures) commemorates four indigenous children, ages 13 and 14, who died in 1918 during the Spanish Flu epidemic. The children died at the Red Deer Industrial (Residential) School and were buried in unmarked graves by a funeral home in Red Deer. The staff at the school were so sick themselves that they were unable to bury the children on site as other children who died there had been. Family descendants of the children were there to participate in the ceremonies and share their stories with other participants, many of whom were members of Gaetz and Sunnybrook United Churches in Red Deer. President Kathy Yamishita and Executive Director Shannon McCarthy  of Alberta and Northwest Conference of the United Church were there and took part in the program.

Bring your complaints this Sunday!

This Sunday at Living Spirit I will be exploring different kinds of complaining on our journey into a reality, a new wilderness. Like the Hebrew people of old there will be new things happening that can leave us doubting . Doubting our ability to survive as a congregation. Doubting our systems and structures. Unsure about proposed changes and directions. This Sunday we are having Open Doors Living Spirit! Who knows what that is about? Well . . . not anyone, really. It is a new thing that you can help make happen by sharing an interest, skill, hobby, topic in the Hall following our worship service. No rules! (although it should be presentable in a church setting)


Part of living (with spirit) into a new reality is that we won’t like everything that happens. We will not be comfortable, we may be anxious, we will have complaints. Our complaints need to be heard, even if they are not solvable – the past cannot be restored for anyone, resources are limited, there will be hymns you do not know! Praying to God can give us some relief for our discomforts and worries and remind us that we do not journey alone. Complaining to each other, to Council members, to clergy might help and might bring desirable change, so is worth a try even though we are all less powerful than our Creator. Dialogue and negotiating change are possible and encouraged as they can help us all get through this uncertain time. And remember, certainty is over rated. The Hebrew people never felt closer to God than in the wilderness, offering their complaints and being surprised at the outcome. Miracles do happen.

70 X 7

Is forgiving someone or some agency 490 times (7×70, as Jesus says) enough? Sometimes once is too much, in other situations we forgive passively and endlessly, allowing abuse to continue unchallenged for years, even generations. When we challenge neo-fascism, racism and hate based discrimination we are accused of intolerance. When we try to be nice and forgiving we are accused of being weak and doormats. Too often our assumed privilege in society clouds our perception and distorts our judgements. Is it possible to exult with the Hebrew people over Pharaoh’s army drowning in the sea, or millions left homeless by the ravages of nature, and still believe in a forgiving, loving God? I do not have the answer, so let’s engage the question together and see where it leads.

What??? Forgiveness again???

There is a reason preachers are always harping about forgiveness. It is one of the most challenging aspects of living out our faith in the way of Christ, so much so that our understanding of forgiveness is often distorted. We think forgiveness is a gift that we bestow on someone who has offended us, usually someone we would just as soon not have anything to do with. We think that forgiveness makes us look weak and open to abuse from others. We think that forgiveness gives approval and permission to those who have harmed us. We think that forgiveness means overlooking or forgetting our own hurt and pain.


There is a deeper way of forgiveness which honours our hurt and struggle and invites others into responsible living that we can explore together on Sunday in the Reflection time. If you are not able to be there, the recording will be on our web site (http://livingspirit.ca/sermons-2/ ). If you want to discuss this with me personally, please contact the church office at (403)243-3180 to arrange a time to get together.

Rev. Paul Mullen

Ted Cayhill Peters III

He walked gently upon the Earth.

He was kind and carried more empathy in his heart than anyone I have met.

He was shy and unassuming but he could swing dance and pray.

He did not fit into his skin and it haunted him every day because he lived in Redneck Country where bibles slammed and shamed.


He worked until he couldn’t but he still gave and learned humility through fear and acceptance.

He loved animals and they loved him.

He loved me and my brothers unconditionally.

He saw the wealth in the wisdom of Seniors and in the Lost and Broken-Hearted.

He loved my children and their spouses and he loved my grandchildren yet he was only able to meet my grandsons through FaceTime.

His voice was soft and yet his energy was full of musicals and Hollywood Greats.

He was nervous every second of every day of his life but he never lacked the strength to tell someone that he loved them.

He enjoyed a salvific and heart wrenching relationship with our mother who gave everything and more to keep him with us.  A true love story.

He grew tired of the rejection, betrayal and abandonment of our world while our family held him, knew him and loved all of him.

He loved Jesus and the music of Steven Curtis Chapman.

He was here for 48 years.

He walked gently upon the earth wanting and needing what we all want and need…to be seen, to be known and to be cherished.

And now he is gone.

But just from our sight, not from our souls because that is impossible.

As Steven Curtis Chapman sings, “I’ll See You In a Little While” I live in anticipation of being with my whole and happy brother.

Until then, I’ve got this Teddy. I will take care of Mom and Big Guy. Promise Promise.


I love you my brother, a  courageous soul with a cause who just happened to be a minnow kisser.

And P.S. If you did not have the opportunity or take the time to get to know Teddy, well…you missed Heaven on earth.


Just sayin.


His big Sister


There is new evidence that a fire in a coal bunker inside the Titanic weakened its structure making the iceberg impact worse than it otherwise might have been. The fire was ignored? Only heaven knows. What we do know is that experts agree that a combination of different factors led to the Titanic’s disaster.

The first voyage of the magnificent ship was doomed before it set sail because the heart of the Captain was focused on himself instead of his responsibility to listen, watch, navigate and steer. The ship’s speed was too fast for the ice filled waters and a critical and documented iceberg warning was missed. Was the Captain not equipped to deal with life threatening warnings? If he was equipped his role would have been to turn the ship around and address the weather issues, passenger complaints, media disappointment and take the heat for caring for the safety of his passengers, crew and ship. Was he prepared to be courageous and ethical?

The prefix “MSG” was missing from the critical iceberg warning so Captain Phillips chose to believe the message was not urgent. How long did he wait to discern when the warning was urgent? What did it take to get his attention that the boat and her precious cargo and mission were in grave danger? And why, when the ship is in the most dangerous waters, did the Captain give the wheel to a Senior Officer, Charles Lightoller, instead of being on deck fulfilling his role?

First Officer William Murdoch was the first to spot the iceberg and scream a ‘hard a-starboard’ order to which Officer LIghtoller turned the ship the wrong direction. The ship and its leaders were operating under two communication systems that were in direct opposition with one another. Under one system, to turn ‘hard a-starboard’ meant to turn left and right under the other. By the time the Captain and Officers had listened and corrected their move, it was too late.

This past weekend I had the privilege of being on the Conference Praise Team “Joyful Noise” and listening to the speakers who spoke to the needs and woundings of clergy by church leaders, colleagues and congregants. One speaker, a psychologist, talked with us about “circles of trust” being critical safe places for clergy to feel safe enough to courageously share their truth with the Empire. Many clergy dared greatly and stood before the 400 clergy and Conference paid accountable and volunteer lay leaders speaking their truth through fear and tears. I was sad to see so many clergy feeling undermined, misunderstood, betrayed, rejected and abandoned. The speaker replied, “Thank you for your courage to speak with us. Can you imagine how many more inside this room are afraid to speak and seek support for their ministry and congregation?”

During free time at the Conference I noticed small circles appearing in different places around the Pomero Hotel and I could see persons talking quietly and intently while others listened and held space and hands. Conversations of clergy being spiritually and emotionally bullied and abused began to come out of the closet of our affirming lingo. One minister shared that after they retire they will never walk into another church. I know this person and I have listened to her heart, her tears and her sermons. She is a huge presence in our Conference who has been bullied and abused by clergy, leaders and congregants.  To watch her suffer anxiety issues that affect her health breaks my heart.

In my own congregation, critical warnings were documented and provided by myself per request by appropriate leaders and they were argued over and then ignored. Then a scream came out during a Council meeting in 2015 by this co-captain begging for people to heed and see the iceberg in the room but no one was willing to listen until the iceberg was upon us and then the truth hit the ship where a fire had long been burning and ignored.  For the last year I have been the Captain willing to be on deck in the boat with my congregation. Sadly, the signs are pointing to this Captain walking the plank of her imperfections, blind eyes in courts of leadership and gas lighting that warped perceptions and created circles of blame and shame. When clergy present a consistent false persona to their congregation, they bring down their personal and professional ships in ways that place responsibility on everyone else but themselves. People have been manipulated, lied to and used to deflect and cover up a pattern of icebergs and watching this unfold since April 2014 almost broken my spirit. All I have left is my integrity, my truth and documented critical warnings and my love for you which has never wavered. As these next four weeks unfold between us I pray that each one of us may look into our hearts and see where we have been called to speak to the Empire and take responsibility for our part in sweeping the iceberg under the carpet and blaming another for the effects of the past few years. We are all ministers. We are all called to speak the truth in love no matter how ugly it may be because we are called to be reconciled to God, ourselves and one another as one body in Christ. We are called to own what is ours and to refuse to be scapegoated because that means others are hurting, not just the goat on the cross. We are called to listen and ask clarifying questions, not assume that we have heard correctly or understood what another has said. I was diagnosed with PTSD because of the sustained stress of betrayal, abandonment and rejection. My voice was enlisted but not heard and I own that it is difficult to complete sentences and stay on course under the waves of PTSD. Others among us have suffered stress and hurt or perceived hurt as well and our ship is drifting among long standing toxic systems that existed before we met in March 2009.

Have courage faithful sailors. Discern who is trustworthy and create “circles of trust” among you. Stay on deck offering your gifts. Speak the truth with courage and love to the Empire and do not accept an answer that is not true and healing for all concerned, paid accountable or lay leader or congregant. You are all in the same boat and not every sailor wants to listen, reconcile and heal. Not every sailor has their eyes and hearts opened due to long standing unhealed wounds and fears. Not every sailor is equipped to take the helm and lead through hidden truths into healing ways of being in community. Some will leave the boat because they are wounded by blind eyes to the iceberg and the problems it created. Some will leave because the story is too heavy. Some will leave to find a place of worship where they trust their leadership. Some will jump ship because they didn’t get to fill a power vacuum while others will leave because of those who fill the power vacuum. Squeaky wheels and wounded wheels are listened to and believed much faster than truth bearers. Don’t give up. You are not alone. No minister walks on water but there is someone who does and he says, “Don’t be afraid. It is me.”

Take heed…listen…ask clarifying questions…speak your truth…create circles of trust. Repent, reconcile and repair the ship together and name it AUTHENTICITY AND EMPATHY. If you do, all you will need to do is raise your flag and radically welcome all who enter. And remember, you do not have to be on board with the way everyone does something, says something or believes something in order to be a supportive and compassionate community of sailors. One more thing, have courage to make all pirates walk the plank and don’t blame your new Captain for being human. Encourage them, love them, pray for them, and ask clarifying questions as you hold them accountable. You don’t need a bottle of rum for healthy relationships although sometimes a stiff toast doesn’t hurt! Shalom and Shanti. I love you all.



Opinion: a view or judgement formed about something not necessarily based on fact or knowledge; an estimation of the quality or worth of someone or something.


Opinions created through dusty lenses change the the reality of the seer and the object. Dusty opinions change the quality of life for the seer and the object IF the object puts on the dust. I like what Jesus said to his disciples about dusty opinions: Turn around and leave and shake the dust off your sandals because I have better plans for you.


Now that’s a trustworthy statement, a life giving statement and a Holy direction.


We need to be wise about who we choose as traveling companions because their voices will make us or break us. I am traveling with sojourners who have chosen to follow the ways of Christ. How about you? Got an opinion? Is it clear as mud? Shake it off and look to see who’s walking with you. And by the way, where are you going and do you trust the one who is giving you directions? I think you need to know the heart of the one giving you traveling advice. That’s just my opinion.



True Story

Unbeknownst to the world, my two and a half year old grandson and I saved the planet from a massive attack of Zombies and Ghosts. We had on radio head gear and special glasses that allowed us to see the Zombies and Ghosts coming through the walls as they dropped from the sky. Jeremy was the captain of our two person guard and he would speak into his radio headset to me saying, “Ok, what’s the deal?” My reply was always the same, “What’s your plan Sir?”
“Ummmm…I think we need to bomb them with red, green and blue silly putty.”
“Yes Sir. I’ve got your back Sir.”
Then Jeremy would lead me around the corner, signalling for me to follow him. When the Zombies and Ghosts burst through the walls, he turned to me with open hands to hand him the invisible yet potent coloured silly putty. As he took the putty into his hands he said, “One! Two! Three!” And then we bombed the intruders over and over for two hours until Jeremy noticed we were out of putty bombs and it was time to have a snowball fight in the house.
I don’t think the world knows how close we were to complete annihilation that day and how one courageous little boy dared greatly.
As I look back on our tour of duty I wonder how many times a day our Immortal Invisible God saves us from ourselves? I wonder how many times a day we think and move like spiritual Zombies and Ghosts? How does our energy suck the life out of others? When I see a human vacuum coming towards me I find a reason to head to the nearest exit so I can contain my energy for life giving opportunities. I also wondered about a friend of mine who is stuck in her story and has become a ghost of herself and how I miss her and wish she hadn’t missed the joy that was waiting for her outside of her pain.
People who live with resentment become Zombies and Ghosts but they don’t know they are the undead because resentment lies to them and makes them feel powerful and in control of their pain and the person responsible for their pain. The truth is, the resentful soul is the one responsible for their pain and the only way to self-control and joy is through walking the path of forgiveness. Forgiveness brings us to life and saves us from a living death of mistrust through which we view others.
This coming Sunday we will be looking at the path from resentment to forgiveness but before then, I will be gathering more red, green and blue invisible silly putty because the door is still open for imagination.
So as Jeremy says, “OK, what’s the deal?” Regarding staying or becoming a Zombie or Ghost full of resentment, I am asking myself and you, “What’s your plan?”

Embracing Forgiveness

Sister Barbara Hance said, “Show me a day when the world wasn’t new.” I have this quote on a card that sits on my desk. (see the picture above)


When I look at this picture I lose myself in the wonder I feel in the little boy’s eyes as he watches the baby bird outside his window. Both creatures have beating hearts, working brains and both are present to a shared moment, expanding their awareness as they wonder about the other.

The past ten weeks I have been engulfed in self care, something ministers are unfortunately very laxed in practicing. Emotional wounds can be life altering and life defying, but if we take the necessary time away to befriend our wounds, the healing process will lead us into wonder and wholeness beyond our natural understanding.

Sitting in silence can be deafening when the heart is broken. As I sat on the sands of Cordova Bay in Victoria, the sounds of the past were silencing the sounds of the waves and I became angry at the voices I was remembering. This process went on for a few days. Silence. Voices. Listening. Anger. Pain. Repeat. Then one day the wind was asleep and the waters were still. I could barely hear the sound of the tide. All was still outside of me and I sat down and decided to join the stillness. As I meditated I thought, “Traci, you are the wind inside of you, not the voices of betrayal, assumption and judgement. You have the freedom to choose what kind of wind, what kind of energy, flows through you. You have the power to control your rising from your ashes.”

I begin to breathe in deeply, expanding my lungs and visualizing creating an expanse inside of me for stillness.

In this expanse, I landed on two verses I remembered from Paul’s letters to the churches in Ephesus and Colossae:

Ephesians2:6-7: “and did raise us up together, and did seat us together in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, that He might show, in the ages that are coming, the exceeding riches of His grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.”

Colossians 3:1: “Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God.”


The words that caught my attention were, “did raise” and “since then”. I spoke out loud and said, “Traci, enter into what is already yours. Rise. Come back to life.” And then I began to wonder what is the source that empowers our rising? I know the Source is God but what about God? Is it Her love that raises us? Is it His forgiveness that raises us? Or is it God’s grace, God’s wholeness and energy that raises us into new life? And this new life is waiting to be lived now, this new life is not talking about the after life that will be a new way of being. I began to get excited about this reality and then a riptide inside my heart hit me out of nowhere and I spoke out loud again, “But I am hurting. It hurts to breathe. This elephant is heavy.”

And my soul quaked for a while.

It quaked until I was ready to hear, “I’ve got this Traci. I’ve got you. Feel me. Let go and feel me. And when you are sure about me, do what I do for you every day. Be grace and forgive so you have nothing left but love. Let the tide rip you away from what is hurting you. Drown in me and I promise when you do, you will rise to a new life, stronger and gentler than before. Choose what kind of wind you want to blow you away. Choose where you want the wind to carry you and then get up and be there because the reality is you are already there. Show the elephant the door and shut it behind her and throw away the key.”

I took another deep breath.

Then I stood up, and wrote a name on a rock and embraced forgiveness as I let go of the rock and watched it fly away and land in the ocean and in the sea of God’s love.

I share this very personal experience because I love you, my family, my friends, my congregation and those I have yet to meet. I also share this because I will be offering a sermon series on “Embracing Forgiveness” because it’s time for many of us to acknowledge the elephant and say goodbye so we may be present to the beautiful humanity in all of us where the Divine has taken up residence. Since we have already been raised and put together as a body of Christ, it’s time to get ready for the winds of Pentecost where God desires to set us on fire with forgiveness, humility, joy, love and most of all, grace. I invite you to enter into wondering with me. If you are willing, I promise, I’ve got this and God’s got all of us.  Let’s be and do something life altering for the good! Let’s defy gravity and embrace forgiveness together. May it be so, amen.

Inner Faith Dialogue

Many have said, (who the many are I don’t know), that standing physically naked in front of another person is the most vulnerable experience one can have. I disagree. Although I do agree this can potentially be a frightening experience for sure, I also believe that engaging in conversation with intention to get to know one’s self and another requires courage, honesty and a deep connection. For me, this is the most vulnerable thing I can do because this is true exposure.

So, where do we get sunblock for being under this kind of light? We receive protection and support by plugging into the Light of the world and richly applying God’s ravenous and unconditional love into our hearts and minds.

In order to engage in evolutionary conversation, we must be willing to engage the hard questions, allowing them to expose what needs attention for our healing into wholeness so we may live in authentic relationship with ourselves, our Creator and others.

To be alive means to exist among constant change inside of us and outside in the world. Being in authentic relationship is being in conversation where sharing our beliefs, thoughts, feelings and experiences creates a flow that births a new awareness, causing us to deeper exploration, shifting our consciousness and spiritual connections into different living forms. Change is constant.

Okay, my current reading of Kant, Nietzsche and Kierkegaard have taken over here so let me pose some further questions:

How can we change the world through conversation?

Do we truly believe that examining the BIG Questions together and sharing core ideas for the highest good of all is possible without our ego’s getting involved?

If we dare to enter into authentic dialogue with another or with a group around cultural and religious differences, bigger questions will make their way into the conversation. Questions like:

Am I being honest with who I really am?

What is my mind and body, (thoughts and emotional and physical feelings), informing me about the condition of my spirit? Why am I thinking and feeling this?

Am I living a congruent life? (Am I living on the outside who I am on the inside?)

What areas in my life need improvement and what skills need sharpening?

Folks, until we take our last breath, we have the opportunity to expand our understanding of ourselves, God and others so we may grow in how we give and receive love, compassion and encouragement. There is never any shame in discovering how to better love, offer our gifts and work with others. Every public or hidden figure – leader in history that initiated change and love in the world remained a hungry student willing to face all shadow and light that lived within.

Engaging in honest conversation with our inner self is a sacred act of vulnerability and exposure. So why would we dare to know, prune and nourish ourselves?

One thing I know for sure is we will not be effective in bringing healing change to the world through conversations that we have not had and resolved within ourselves. As we continue our interfaith dialogue with others, I hope we will remember to be engaged in inner faith dialogue with ourselves so we may be able to be the change we want to see. May it be so. Amen.