Inspiration can come from many places and in many forms. Sometimes it is a mere sense of well being; an inner nudge that you tuck away and ruminate on later in the day. Sometimes it is an explosion that must be satisfied immediately through a frenzy of creative activity. Beyond the usual scope of beauty in our surroundings, I believe that patriotism, national pride, and even fervor for a favorite team can spark the inspirational muse.
Right now we have an interesting situation in Canada that is sparking just this kind of fervor and pride. Of course, you all know what I'm talking about. The Vancouver Canucks are in a final show down for the Stanley Cup Finals against the Boston Bruins. The fact that game seven is TONIGHT has not been an optimal situation for Vancouver fans, but even if you don't normally like hockey, you'd have to be a hermit to not take at least a smidgen of interest in tonight's outcome.
Like it or not, we do take a certain collective pride in our national sport here in Canada. Hockey is 'Our Game'. It was invented here and the majority of the elite players in the NHL still come from Canada, despite an influx of talented American and European players. Hockey permeates our culture. The ice rink is the hub of every community, from small towns to large centres. You don't have to be a fan to know that this is true. Hockey permeates our culture the way very few other things can ... even in June!
The swell of 'Canuck fever' is reminiscent of the pride that permeated our country during the Olympics just a little over a year ago. As Canadians, we have rarely felt the intensity of patriotism and pride in our nation as we did during those games. The crowning moment, of course, was winning the gold medal game in Men's Hockey. And now, here we are, back in Vancouver, waiting on the edge of our seats for this evenings spectacle to unfold.
Whatever the outcome, I'm proud to be part of this great nation we call home. And if it takes a hockey game or two to remind us, well, that's okay by me.
A sad postscript: By now, I'm sure you are aware of the outcome of the game. Although disappointed at the Vancouver loss, no words can adequately describe the utter disgust I feel at the mob's shameful behavior afterward. What a horrible blight on such a beautiful city. I can't help but make the comparison between this scene and a similar 'mob mentality' in the Bible. Adoring fans cried 'Hosanna' in the street, yet days later their voices yelled, 'Crucify him!'. What darkness lies within the heart of man. Perhaps this post would have been better titles "A Nation Disgraced".
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Flag - Violet Nesdoly
Flag
"National flag of Canada
two by length and one by width, red
containing in its center a white square
the width of the flag
with a single red maple leaf
centered therein"*
flies majestic since 1965
over town squares
by cenotaphs and schools
from Cape Spear, Newfoundland
to Beaver Creek, Yukon
Alert, Nunavut
to Middle Island, Ontario.
Proudly raised at Olympics
wrapping the grim coffins of soldiers
feted on Canada Day
marched in to the skirl of bagpipes November 11th
this silk-screened symbol
stitches together
our experience and destiny
sea to sea to sea.
When so plentiful at home you no longer see
till it's reincarnated into jester caps
umbrellas and wind socks
painted on faces, stamped on T-shirts
decaled onto mugs and beaver pens
abroad even one
grabs your homesickness
like the initials of a sweetheart.
Meet someone with your flag stitched on his pack
and you know he'll understand Tim Horton's
hockey, Z that rhymes with bed
loonies, toonies, Bruce Cockburn, Diana Krall
why "insurance premiums" and "health care"
don't belong together
Air Canada, Air Farce, Red Green
How great is it to have found someone
who speaks your own language, eh?
© 2008 by Violet Nesdoly
First published at Utmost Christian Writers
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January 18, 2010
InScribers Review: The Best of Wilfred Grenfell - Review by Violet Nesdoly
Title: The Best of Wilfred Grenfell
Author: Wilfred Grenfell, edited by William Pope
Publisher: Nimbus Publishing, May 2006, Paperback, 179 pages
ISBN-10: 1551095815
ISBN-13: 978-1551095813

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Author: Wilfred Grenfell, edited by William Pope
Publisher: Nimbus Publishing, May 2006, Paperback, 179 pages
ISBN-10: 1551095815
ISBN-13: 978-1551095813
“’To believe is to do,’ Wilfred Grenfell said, and his 40 years as a medical missionary along the rugged Labrador coast amply illustrated his words. He was a prolific writer, fundraiser and traveler but it was his faith that empowered his life and gave it meaning; it enabled him to accomplish great tasks to the amazement of others and made him a legend even during his lifetime.”
This is how editor William Pope sums up the life of Sir Wilfred Grenfell. It opens the introduction to The Best of Wilfred Grenfell, a collection of eleven short pieces by this British medical doctor and missionary to Labrador and Newfoundland from 1892 to 1934.
Grenfell was born in Parkgate England in 1865. Though his father was a clergyman, Grenfell had no religious leanings until one evening when he was 20. Returning from a sick call (he was already training to be a doctor) he happened upon a large tent where Dwight Moody was holding meetings. He sat down to listen and as a result of the message that night he decided to commit himself to Christ. That decision changed the course of his life. He eventually became involved in the North Sea Mission to Fishermen but when he heard of the need for medical services along the Labrador coast, he volunteered to work there.
Along the rugged coastlines of Newfoundland and Labrador he traveled by boat, kayak, canoe or dog sled to wherever he was needed. He loved Labrador’s majestic beauty and considered the cold, primitive conditions, and rugged landscape a challenge and adventure. During his 40+ years of work he attended to the medical needs the people by traveling to them and building village hospitals. His efforts soon branched into other areas such as establishing schools, orphanages, and doing whatever he could to improve the life of the people.
From the hundreds of articles and 33 books he wrote, the eleven pieces collected here give us a taste of his range. The stories, authored from 1909 to 1932, are not in date order. The collection begins with adventure stories like Grenfell’s horrendous experience of drifting out to sea with his dogs on an ice pan. Other incidents involving Grenfell and local characters include tales of storms at sea, a starving trapper and a fisherman guilty of insurance fraud. Reflective essays on marriage, the importance of stewarding one’s body and his manifesto of faith “What Christ Means To Me” conclude the book.
Grenfell is a wonderful storyteller. He writes with a natural sense of timing and incredible detail and specificity, speaking of oilskins, komatiks, pan, sish and slob ice with the ease and familiarity we talk of jackets, cars, and road conditions. In many places he writes conversations in dialect, giving the tales extra color and realism. Though his English in some pieces may seem complex, his archaic style reminds us that these writings are up to 100 years old. Even the bits of clay prose are worth the slog, however, for Grenfell was a remarkable man with important things to say.
He downplays his own role in many of these incidents but the way the people respond to him show that he was loved and trusted as a leader and example in the community. Grenfell comes across as an idealist, but one who believed in working, not just dreaming. He articulates his moral and spiritual ideals especially clearly in the essays about marriage, the human body and what Christ means to him. Note these quotables from that last selection:
“Christ has become to me to mean more and more doing something, anything well.” p. 156“God’s challenge to us is only to do whatever we can. Christ’s religion is as natural as the flowers in spring, and relates to the everyday things around us.” p. 156“A lesson much needed and one which true loved calls for, is always to be optimistic. Never again will I be pessimistic because I cannot see the Christ bringing in His Kingdom in my way. If my boy promises me that he will not smoke, and I find a used pipe in his coat pocket, I do not say anything, I just trust him.” p. 158
Black and white photo reproductions showing Grenfell in his various roles are sprinkled throughout the text. There is a map of the area where he worked and a list of his publications at the back of the book.
This collection is a treasure for many reasons. It accounts rare early 1900s stories of life on the Labrador and Newfoundland coasts. It provides history from one of Canada’s little-known mission fields. But most of all, it introduces us to a pioneer hero whose example in character and lived-out faith are needed as much today as ever.
The book is for sale from the Wilfred Grenfell Centre's online store here.
© 2009 by Violet Nesdoly. This review was first published at promptings in October of 2009.
****************The book is for sale from the Wilfred Grenfell Centre's online store here.
© 2009 by Violet Nesdoly. This review was first published at promptings in October of 2009.

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