Friday, September 26, 2014

IT’S GREED, INDEED!
Hanns F Skoutajan
“There is strength in numbers.” That was the message that the Sunday
School teacher illustrated to the children at a recent service.

About a dozen or more youngsters gathered around her on the chancel
steps in the presence of the congregation. I often feel that the parents and
other worshippers, let alone the children, learn more from this “teaching
moment” than they do from the sermon to follow.

On this occasion the teacher reached into a bag and brought out a pencil.
She handed the pencil to one of the younger children and asked her to
break it. The child looked a bit startled, she was usually admonished not to
do this destructive deed. Nevertheless, with all her strength she bent and
broke it into two pieces. Once more the teacher reached into her bag and
this time brought out a bundle of six pencils held together by an elastic. The
teacher now gave the pencils to an older, bigger, stronger child. He applied
his power to the task but try as he might he could not break the collected
pencils. The combined pencils successfully resisted him.

It was, of course, a simple illustration that there is strength in numbers -
simple but not simplistic. It is a lesson that will be well remembered by all.
The news that day had to do with the massive protest marches that were
taking place in New York, Toronto, Vancouver and many other places
throughout the world. Their message was loud and clear calling on
governments and industry to curb the activities that cause global warming.

The huge rally in Manhattan came auspiciously a day before the UN
Climate Summit, a gathering that our own prime minister decided not to
attend. Instead he sent Leona Aglukkaq, minister for the environment in the
Harper cabinet who spoke to a sparse audience at the UN and never
mentioned the word “oil.”

There was a time when Canadians could point accusingly at other
countries for their infractions of human rights, the production of weapons of
mass destruction and invasion of sovereign territory of neighouring states
as well as environmental pollution. Evil was always remote from our
borders. Today the citizens of this Peaceable Kingdom no longer have that
luxury inasmuch as we have become the producers of significant amounts
of greenhouse gases. We, courtesy of Fort MacMurray, are now in the big
league of polluters. Not only the mining but the transporting of the bitumen,
is a risky business. At the end of the line this fossil fuel is sold to be burned
to produce energy and thus add further to the smog that hangs over such
countries as China and India. The once beautiful Gaia that the first
astronauts beheld from outer space has become besmirched with pollution.
Numerous pipelines are on the planning boards to be built to transport
Alberta’s bitumen south via the Keystone XL conduit, awaiting Obama’s
approval, or west over the mountains by way of the Northern Gateway to
Kitimat from whence it is to be shipped by supertankers through the
precarious passages to the Pacific ocean. The construction of this pipeline
has been vigorously opposed by First Nation People who feel that their
native lands are being violated. Oil spills would have devastating affects on
the pristine wilderness.

I have recently been reading This Changes Everything in which Naomi
Klein Illustrates and makes the case against the corporate invasion of the
world’s ecology. She documents the assault being made on this globe, and
it is, indeed, global in extent. Bill McKibben whom she quotes frequently,
who is one of the most outspoke leaders against global ecological
degradation, made the point that the petroleum industry has enormous
financial resources but the people have the numbers as has been shown in
recent demonstrations.

Our prime minister prides himself on the free trade deals that he has been
able to sign, with Europe and the Orient. This, he maintains, will bring
significant investments to Canada which will translate into jobs and wealth
that will make Canada a truly extractive giant.

Free trade agreements beginning with NAFTA and the MAI have included
what is known as Chapter 11, a provision that allows corporations to sue
foreign governments that dare to pass legislation to protect their
environment to the detriment of the investors. It is a totally undemocratic
arrangement inasmuch as it rudely overruns the wishes of citizens in favour
of the multinational corporations. The judicial process is carried out in
courts over which the country affected has no control.

We may recall the Doomsday Clock, a count down to a possible politically
related global catastrophe, such as a nuclear war that would bring
civilization to an end. However, today, there is a different doomsday threat
as the amount of CO2 emissions climbs ever higher moving the world ever
closer to a point of no return at which global warming takes on a life of its
own and human technology no longer has the power to reverse it. Already
we are witnessing changing weather patterns, to wit: storms, drought,
flooding and other unusual climate experienced also in our own country.

Unfortunately there are still those who remain unconvinced by the
testimony of scientists, who prefer not to believe that which stands in the
way of their ability to make more profits, simply put, their greed.

Yet, as is evident, all over the world more and more people are deeply
concerned where this “economic development” is leading us. It is
undoubtedly the most important issue facing the people of the world. Ban
Ki-moon, the Secretary General of the United Nations, has stated that,
Climate change is the defining issue of our time. It is not a distant threat. It
is coming and approaching much, much faster than we may think.” As I
looked at the assembled children at church I could not help but wonder
about their future.

It has been stated that there is No Second Chance. Once having destroyed
Nature it is difficult if not impossible to rebuild. Nature can do without us but
we cannot do without it. Nature is not our enemy, although we often treat it
as an entity to be subdued. Rather, we need to treat it as a friend.

Remember the Children’s Moment at my church - individually we can be
broken but together we are strong to resist the forces of greed. The
catchword of our time is: UNITE!

Spirit Quest 28/09/2014
PS: This just in and Three Cheers!
BERLIN, Sept 25 (Reuters) - Germany will not sign a trade pact
between Canada and the European Union unless an investment
protection clause allowing companies to take cross-border legal action
against governments is scrapped, Germany's economy minister said

on Thursday.

Monday, September 22, 2014

FROM THE DIAPHRAGM

Hanns F Skoutajan

“You have a stentorian voice!” she accused or honoured me. I’m not sure which.
I had some sense of what that meant - a voice that is impossible to ignore. I had
been involved, as is often the case, in a debate that passes for conversation on
the patio of our favourite coffee shop in Ottawa. Conversation is not enhanced by
the passing traffic, especially not by the trucks and occasional fire engine that
can bring communication to a halt. Even my stentorian voice is overwhelmed by
that.

I was curious about the origin of the term, stentorian, and so turned to Google
and Wikipedia for an answer. The designation, I discovered, originated from the
name Stentor, an Athenian soldier in the Trojan Wars. He was well known for his
powerful voice which was a real asset on the battlefields of the time as it would
be on the parade squares of today. Unfortunately Stentor died of overexertion in
a shouting contest. His name, however, persisted in modern parlance.

While chaplain at Dalhousie University in Halifax in the latter fifties I was invited
to be the interim minister at St. Matthew’s United Church in downtown Halifax for
almost a whole year. It consisted of preaching Sunday morning and evening. St.
Matthews is a large and beautiful church with a tall spire that defines the corner
of Spring Garden Road and Barrington Street. Inside it is unique for the little
doors at the end of each pew. The seating capacity was close to 1000 and well
attended in the morning and evening. The sermon was preached from a
magnificent pulpit high on the front wall of the sanctuary. From that perch most
ministers with a normal voice should manage to be heard. The worship was
enhanced by a great four manual Casavant pipe organ and a well trained choir.

The organist took me in hand to teach me how to project my natural stentorian
voice to best affect. Complaints dramatically subsided. I hope that what I had to
say was also worth hearing. I do have some old reel to reel tape recordings of
those occasions. My successor who was less well accoustically endowed
begged the board to procure a public address system.

Two years ago I was honoured with an invitation to preach at the 265th
anniversary of the congregation. The building itself dates from the latter 19th
century, one of the oldest in the city that managed to survive the great explosion
of 1917 that ravaged a good deal of the city below Citadel Hill.

Much has changed. The congregation is considerably smaller as is the fate of
many old downtown churches. However, the interior has been beautifully
preserved and the little pew doors remain intact. The high pulpit is no longer in
use. Worship is now conducted from a raised platform and, of course, enhanced
with an excellent PA system. It is from there that I delivered my sermon.
During the closing hymn Betsy Hogan, the minister, whispered to me an invitation
that I could not refuse and had secretly hoped to hear. Would I speak the
benediction from the old pulpit? And so it was that during the singing of the last
verse of the hymn I mounted the long stairs to what had seemed close to
heaven. When the hymn was completed I raised my “stentorian” voice to speak
the words of the benediction without a PA system:
Go into the world with a daring and a tender love,
The world is waiting for you
Go in peace and may all that you do be done because of love,
And the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ be with you always.

As I looked over the congregation, now much smaller than I remembered it back
in 1958, memories flooded my mind. I recalled some of the congregants of the
time, a few were still present on this occasion, still occupying the same pew. In
my heart I gave thanks to Clifford Gates who had helped me to use my vocal gift
to best advantage, then and through the rest of my PA assisted ministry.
In my education for the ministry, preaching was an important subject. We were
also trained to use our voice. “From your diaphragm now, men (and we were all
men).” This was later replaced by microphone technique, if at all. The stentorian
gift is no longer a necessity as it was then most definitely.

Silence is precious but when there is something to be communicated it is best
that it be clearly understood and heard.

Spirit Quest 21/09/2014