The Magnificent Almighty Man is born! Praises! Praises to you for the glorious birth. Praises! Sing and be merry, for this great day is upon us. Joy and happiness fill the air. Angels sing and gifts are given. Jesus is born.
In a lowly stable in Bethlehem the manger holds a sight of wonder. A child. The Christ Child. Born to rise and be a king. Born to give us the message of God. Born to rule over Heaven and Earth. Born in majesty, born is greatness, born in a lowly stable with Angels singing, animals watching, Shepherds visiting and Kings from afar bringing gifts. Born to us all, born for us all. This illustrious day of Christmas is a day to celebrate the glorious birth.
Praises mankind, for this great day, this magnificent birth. Lucky are we to be the receivers of this gift. The gift of the message of God.
Share with each other, help each other, take care of each other. Praise God and pray. All people great and small, rich and poor are precious to this Lord.
Today we celebrate the birthday of this great country. A village from the forest. A dream of national identity. A work of unity of life and lifestyle in a land so vast and diverse. The land, the people, the projects, all individually styled for an outcome of diversity and praises for all of it. The great land with its majestic mountains, it’s sweeping prairie, it’s thousands of lakes, it’s forests, it’s tundra, it’s landscapes so unique and awesome. The great land, filled with great people, great places, great adventure and great belonging.
Fill your cup, with the endless opportunity of Canada! The opportunity for exploration is immense, with so much enjoy. We are the second largest country in the world and have so much to see and to discover. The valuable history of sharing and caring for each other. The widespread plains of homesteaders striving to build a country from sea to shining sea. The great north, so wild and free.
This is our Canada. A vast and brilliant home to us. A place of nurturing our spirits, of learning, of wisdom. This is the country that we made ourselves, from our skills, our intelligence, our passions, and our sense of community. We built this. We chose this. We collectively decided that this is the Canada that we want, that we love and that is our home. We made this place special to us, ourselves.
This fabulous world of the wilderness and the great wild, is home for us. We save it because we adore it. It speaks to us, to adventure, to explore, to challenge ourselves to be smart, educated, strong and daring. This great land calls us to retain ancestral roots which tie us to a past time of athletic adventure, community and ingenuity. It calls us to the present, of eco tourism, the food supply, the great cities. It calls us to our future, to retain it all, to be proud, to learn from each other and to share our knowledge with each other. It calls us. Each and every Canadian, to do our duty of care for this great nation. This great country that we call our home.
It is with great pleasure that we celebrate this birthday. 133 years of a community of people spread out over a vast countryside of unique places to live in and to visit. The differences in cultures, in heritage, in ties that bind us. We are not all the same, but we are. We are all different, but we are one. We are all diverse, but we are the same. This is how we choose to be. Individual, healthy, strong, with a courage to be culturally diverse and still be united. To live together in multicultural unity. This is our goal and one of our freedoms. Respect for each other and for the intellect that brings us peace and opportunity under a flag that flies so freely.
Happy Birthday Canada. May our dreams remain alive. May our hopes be fulfilled. May our way of life survive us. May we be filled with the glory of this great nation. Happy Birthday, Canada. May you live forever!
This is your duty, this is your strength, this is your chosen life, the destiny of your path, the choice that you made. Follow it with courage and determination. Follow it with all of your heart, with your soul, with your passion, your intellect and your being. Not all paths are easy, not all times will be grand, not all will understand and not all will help, but persevere regardless. Your story must be told. Told by you.
Bravely travel into the unknown, seek the refuge of the place, contact the people and share their lives. This mission has been accomplished before and will continue.
Venture into the lives of early Canada, the history of this great land. A sharing of cultures, of exchange, of markets, of language and peace. This is the fortitude of the people, the strength of their character, the bond that ties. A familiarity must be established, with honest communication and negotiation. These are the people, this is their land, their customs and their beliefs. A common bond must be found.
Now is the time of the Jesuit. Holy fathers of the faith, looking to convert the aboriginal people to follow the path of righteous and salvation. Hail almighty ones. It is your duty to persevere during these difficult times. Sometimes it’s easy, but frequently the work is difficult and ardurous. Not all of the people have an interest in these fine words. Not everyone views the world from this perspective and not everyone will listen. Of the thousands of people to preach to, the message is received slowly. One by one, over many years, the aboriginals start to convert. The faith must be accepted. People must understand each other and the world must be saved. Peace among us, oh fine nation. Peace among us, to the glory of God.
But it is with great joy that we travel these unknown, rugged and fabulously beautiful lands. It is with great joy that we meet these curious and eager people. It is with great joy that we pursue our mission to convert these people to Christianity and to help them to serve the Lord. The Jesuits are here as a dedicated group of missionaries, intent on fulfilling the directions of their education. These are the soldiers of God, intent on bringing the scripture to the aboriginal people of Canada. All united in the same faith, all members of the same church. It is with great joy that they fulfill their mission, their aptitude and their duty. It is with one call that they come forward, with the demand from their leader, that all peoples come to Christ.
Difficulties are met with gladness, for the challenge of the body is usurped by the spirit within. The spiritual awakening of the joy of bringing the faith to a people who are unknown to the world, but known by God. Come to the parish, learn and worship. The Call to the worlds peoples to unite! Unite as brothers and sisters of the faith. Be Christians! Make Jesus your Lord. Unite in the joy of the love of Jesus. Join us, we prey! Join us in gladness and in praises. Jesus went to the cross for you and rises again. Believe in the scripture and have faith. Be saved by the divine. Pray and be saved. Jesus is Lord.
The endless work to meet people, connect, converse and to find a common bond. The mission to bring the people under one church, with only one God
Be saved, all you mighty ones. Join together, worship together and be saved.
It is with great courage that we settle this country, filled with new adventures and difficult times. It is with bravery that we meet these new people in their own homeland and on their own terms. It is with faith and prayer that we negotiate a peaceful settlement, and with determination and recognition of the mission, that is required, proceed to our duty. To the new land, and to the people of it, we meet.
Such is the sturdy vow of the missionary, the Jesuits who landed to fulfill their duty. Bring the people religion. Bring them to Christianity. It is the solemn vow of the faith, these people must be saved. Saved in the eyes of God, save their everlasting soul. Save the people, even in death.
The mission was built in Huron (Wendake) territory, 1200 kilometers from Quebec. Started in 1639 and lasting only 10 years, it was the first settlement in New France, in the province that is now Ontario. It was set on a large tract of land between Lake Simcoe and Georgian Bay, in Huron territory. The the mission itself was on the Wye River.
Only a small group of men made the long journey from Quebec City to this remote place. All martyred for their faith. The Huron themselves, were curious and peaceful. They allowed the mission on their land and allowed the Jesuits to preach to them. Some converted, some did not, but pursue the faith is a must. Fulfill the mission of their lives, they must. Bring religion to the people. Serve God. No matter what the price is , it is not too high. Serve God. Bring Christianity to the people with the intention of everlasting peace. Peace on Earth, goodwill to your fellow human.
Canada’s first Christmas Carol, the Huron Carol, written in 1642 probably by Jean de Brebeuf.
Saint Marie among the Huron is a historical place of hope, dreams, hardship and abandonment. The security of the Jesuits, lost to the increasing hostility of the Iroquois in the insistent war with the Huron. Iroquois with guns, Huron with bow and arrow, missionaries with prayer. Peace among us, oh mighty human. This territory belongs to the Huron, the land of the Wendake.
But the dreadful incessant war proved the Iroquois to be a stronger and more aggressive people. Intent on murder, they continued their assault on the Huron and would not leave. Some of the Huron who survived fled to neighboring tribes, and to Quebec to re-establish themselves, on Ile de Orleans , just east of Quebec city in 1650. By 1649 the mission was in ruin, burned by the Jesuits so that the Iroquois couldn’t inhabit it. The Huron had departed, the Jesuits were gone. Gone, but saved. Other peace remained. The fur trade was still active, with trade and negotiation still intact. With the loss of this mission is an uncanny coincidence. The city of Montreal, founded in 1649.
The never ending adventure to voyage and discovery to meet and greet the new people, to learn their ways. Peace among us is a priority, gifts and exchange, routes of travel and a path to the new world. Discover, trade and progress, learn the language, the customs, the society. There are many peoples, many societies, many worlds to discover. Come with this explorer into the heart of our land and meet the people, listen to their stories, share their passions, learn their wisdom. This is New France, in 1615, with an exploration into the aboriginal territories of Ontario, as far as Georgian Bay and Lake Nippissing, in search of a route to the Orient.
The Orient. That spell binding, alluring destination of dreams. Silk, spices, riches. The Orient! Find the route through Canada, we know it’s there. Yes, it is, but not this time. Not in 1615, when the world was forested and filled with mighty, turbulent rivers, with rapids and waterfalls to portage. Not in 1615 when every few hundred kilometers brought new nations of aboriginals to meet and negotiate with. As skilled and brilliant as these explorers were, the land is too large, the peoples too many, the dangers too difficult and the demands too great. Still, the path to the Orient exists, but the people need to know these explorers, before extending such a substantial gift as the whereabouts of this sought after trail.
Travel and travel and travel, is a must. Explore the world around and before you. Go to these uncharted lands. Bring peace, negotiation and prosperity with you, if you can. It’s a daunting mission, to be the explorer, to discover and collaborate with people of unknown character. Meeting them in their own land, on their own terms. Peace and skilled negotiation. The intellect soars as the negotiations are successful and the peoples minds are set at ease, with this friend. Gratitude for such necessary gifts, as some burdens are lifted and some work is eased. Sharing and caring, the beginning of a new world. The start of a new land. This is now New France, being explored and documented and carefully mapped. Each river that is traveled, each new tribe that is encountered, each new language that is spoken and the forest of trees, plants and animals to marvel at as well. All carefully described, by this well educated person, who knew the land so well.
This is the life of a great explorer, Samuel de Champlain. His mission of discovery was so successful that it formed peaceful and prosperous relations with several aboriginal tribes and the French people, who earnestly sought common bonds and well intended relationships with the people of the new world. The needs for these negotiations for the fur traders were high. In the end Champlain died in Quebec city with only 150 settlers living in the colony.
With the explorer, came the missionaries. Jesuit priests from France, intent on bringing Christianity to the people of Canada. This seemed necessary for the aboriginals to understand the religion of the French people so that they would have a common bond in humanity to share. Peace among the people, brothers in Christ. Although the aboriginals had their own religion, with their own after life, it was deemed essential to bring these people to Jesus. Such was the quest of the Jesuits who pursued this mission to the ends of their lives.
Hail! You awesome human. We meet and we are joyous. It is with gladness that we greet the newcomers to our great land. Come, eat, fill your bellies from our larder, you will not starve among us. We feed you, we accept you, friend, speak with us. We will teach you and help you, friend, come to our village, for conversation and peace among us.
You, oh lofty European, with your fine boat, your interesting garment, your unusual style. How intriguing that you should come here to meet us. Tell us about yourselves, your passage, your ways, your reason for being here.
And so, the dialogue occurs. A conversation on the island of Montreal, between the explore Jacques Cartier and the Iroquois of Hochelaga.
The kindness of the people, the curiosity, goodwill, companionship and generosity all marked in the captains log. A fine people of bravery and fellowship, standing at the gateway to the interior of Canada. A brave new land. A people of skills and craftsmanship who built a fortress of wood with a village of longhouses inside it. A people who farmed the land, planted crops, fished in the waters of the St. Lawrence River. A people with some invention, with tools and self sufficiency, that were able to rely on their wits and toil for their survival.
These are the people who are lost to us, only six years had passed and they are gone. Where did you vanish to, you kind and courageous people? Where did you go, when we needed your stories? Your kinship is important to us, yet you vanish into history. A people of fame, marked in the year 1535 and gone 6 years later in 1541. Man the builder. A fortress of wood, with longhouses inside it. A village to protect the 1500 occupants. The historical significance of this site is immense, since the builder has tools and a method of construction which was unique to them. They also had social order which helped them to live congenially in such a confined space. But where did you go, oh fine human? A human of intellect and high aptitudes, of compassion and caring, vanishing into the unknown in such a few short years.
The mystery of Hochelaga still haunts us, as we excavate Montreal. Although the people vanished, the message survived. Come, friend, speak with us. The exploration of Canada and later the fur trade.
The seas are rising and the crossing is dangerous. The water swells and ripples. The current is too strong and the rapids are too long, the danger of the crossing is too great for our skills. Save us! Or we shall perish. Be the strong and be the mighty, be the back that we can cling to, be our arms that plow the water, be our legs that withstand the current. Be our strength, be our courage, be our transport across the torrent. Hail to you, oh great Saint Christopher, patron saint of the traveler.
We are weary, tired and weak, you are the strong, give us your hand. You are strong, powerful and mighty, we are small, weak and puny. Help us with your bravery and the powerful strength of your body. Lucky are we to meet your acquaintance, the sight of such an enormous man. Courage and kindness to help these strangers, who are so desolate that they need his hand.
The crossing is difficult, the child is too heavy, all of the weight of the world on his back. This is the Christ Child the Redeemer of history, the merciful, the wondrous child. A small load, but so heavy, he carries our weighty sins. I am small but you are mighty, St Christopher, carry me.
Carry me across the turbulent oceans, carry me across the perilous land, carry me across the arid desert, deliver me home, by your strong hands. St Christopher we plead to you, save us, by your mighty strength. We are the travelers who need your company, your support, your superiority. we are the travelers who will perish without your generosity. Hail, St, Christopher save us! We know you can.
For centuries you have saved us, with your mighty, muscular build. Save us always, oh great and mighty one, our adventures are still perilous. Take us across the swelling ocean, take us to our home in this brave new land. Save us in our journey, as we cross the turbulent sea, save us in our travel to this new country. You are the mighty, you are the strong, we are the week who depend upon you. Support us in the grand adventure, carry us across the seas. Stay with us while we explore this wild, untamed new land.
Hail to you oh St, Christopher, we raise your medal high. You have been so much to us, and to you, we are meerly passersby.
Joy to you, in this awesome new year. A year of hopes and dreams to fill. Good luck to you with all of your plans, resolutions and pursuits. The new year is upon us and it is with smiles that we carry on. A warm winters day, a fun filled way to adventure. Skating and skiing and joy in participation. The easy relaxation of family and friends, social gatherings, companionship and fellowship. A new day, a new year, everything hopeful, bright with cheer. In like a lamb, the new year is pleasing, warm and sunny, not bone chilling and freezing. It’s wintertime, snowy and dark, but for us, this is outstanding. Just cold enough to keep the bears in hibernation, they sleep in their dens, and pass this season away.
The deep chill of Christmastime designed to keep you cooking, is now followed by the joy of the new year. Smugly we skate, the ice is superb, tobogganing later is just what we need. We fill our thermos with tea or soup and spend glorious hours in sun soaked snow pits. A winter tan, sun screen is a must, the slopes call us to linger at the top of a mountain, enjoying a view that’s quite a climb in the summer. We glide effortlessly out to the middle of a lake, to take the photos that we rarely see in the summer. It’s a joy, this winter of blowing, biting snow. We love it this way, winter wonderland don’t go. Not yet.
Not yet, in this dead time of winters darkest nights, with dazzling bright stars to guide us at night. Don’t pass yet, as we wander with snowshoes in hand, to take on a river, impossible at other times. The snow, the ice, the cold all help us, to explore the great wild at a time when the animals are less dangerous. They lay and watch us, but no one is mating, the call of a championship duel is no longer heard. Silenced are the males, their courtship has ended and now quiet in winter with snow softly falling, we strap on our snowshoes to tackle the trail. The endless white beauty, of the soft winter snow, the clear, chilly air, that makes it all possible. At the best of times it’s nothing but play and we know that when the storms come, they send snow our way.
It’s joy to us, we sing the praises of this season. Smiles, hot chocolate, winter gear and cold. It’s just what we wanted. Go up to the skihill for a day of fresh air. The northern lights are streaming, they fill up the sky, with a wonder so stunning, it captures our eyes. Brilliant displays of colors in heaven, so fascinating and captivating. The stars shine brightly, the moon is full, put on your headlamps and go out for an evening skate. The temperatures are mild, only -10 and the hour of exercise is relaxing and pleasant. Surprisingly, we had company that night, families with children in sleighs and on skates. The fire was burning, a warm place to rest. It’s wintertime and it’s warm out, this is the best.
The spring magic is bursting, it’s flames fill the air, heady with perfume, the fragrance is everywhere. Colours of rainbows, the infraction of light, darting licks of sprouting things, the springtime comes to life. Brilliance of beauty, the delight of newborn lives, nesting calls of symphony, the choir of our lives. Behold the wondrous species, they all have missions here, to fill our world with Earthly praise, to a planet we hold most dear. The budding trees are blooming now, the bees are hard at work, for pollen, nectar and honey is the plan of natures work. A stork will bring the babies, a notion so absurd, the animal chain of learning pain, brings babies from the woods. It’s nests and eggs that hatch the young, it’s thickets, where they lay. That overrated stork lost out, to the trees and forest at play.
Lovely splendor, lovely birth, the drama of the fall, has an outcome so desirable, it’s babies after all. Little adorable ones, needing so much attention. Stop! Don’t miss that chance, to capture them on camera. The wildlife are beaming, they know now what to do. Stand by the roadside in the Parks and wave at the calamity of you know who.
An adventure for this praiseworthy day, a photo or several, or two, of babies coming to join us, in this hinterland of guess who. Nature may be difficult, it’s predator and prey, but come into the world of babies, and it protection and play. Lovely little ones, so cute and soft and adored, we all become their mothers, just to nurture a world to be explored. They’re fabulous and new, they shriek at us, coo coo! We all come a running with baby food. The spring and the parenting, the planning for next year. Raise those babies wisely, they represent the herd! No dowdy ones, no unmatched socks, put on your sleek new coat. You are a representative of a genetic stock to rival any goat. Survival of the fittest is the game all parents play. When babies are born and pride is given to a new cast of characters today.
The love and devotion of springtime happiness, is turned to a summer of responsible parenting togetherness. Chattering with pride, they show off their newborn delight. Just look at little elk calf there, he’s blossoming with intellectual might.
The fish eggs are hatching, the frogs sing with all their might. A lovely day on planet Earth, fills their little lungs with a chorus of pond song, after dinner, choir serenade delight.
The sounds of the season are love and loving sounds, as the great gifted planet, spins it’s eternity of marvel all around. All creation, all for good, a special aptitude, the great gifted planet, spins it all just for you. Just for you, oh little one, just for you to share, the fabulous stretch of wisdom, greets you everywhere. This gifted, great planet, in it’s protected, universal space, is a wealth of brilliant life form abundance, for everyone, even the human race. Welcome and acceptance, treat it all with care, for this great, ingenious planet, can concoct new species, if it’s dared. The life forms are brilliant, it’s beauty and adored, the planet exudes it’s wealth of creation for all of us to explore.
Rise and shine, it’s springtime, so go out and greet the day. For all of us, are from planetary dust, just go out and play.
Behold, the wonders of my world! My sanctuary in space, my all inspiring earth bound place, the dwelling places of the Gods. Temples and ruins, churches and quiet places, dancing star light, and surreal sunsets, glowing orbs of flashing light, the twinkling universe and the night. The Gods reside in special places, earthbound homes and terrestrial constellations, the almighty ones of power speak to us. Wisdom and kindness, softly spoken whispers, we bend our ears to hear them, speak oh glorious ones, we listen.
From planetary messages, the mystics advise us. Daily rituals of written forecasts, advice from the heaves, beware. Live wisely, live well, eat healthy, grow strong, dance, play and pray, teach and be taught, the messages reveal the beauty of you, love one another. Of healthy lives and wholesome living the star chart is a planetary life guide. Based on your star sign, oh children of the Gods, listen to it’s wisdom.
Ancient are we, the Gods of the heavens, skilled and brave, powerful and almighty, we speak to our children with voices of clarity. The all seeing eyes of the planetary visionaries, directing and persuading, influencing our lives. Listen, they tell us special things about ourselves, love and be loved, care and be cared for, live and let live. We are all children of the mighty universe, captives held meekly in this special earth place. All of us entrusted to a God of divine inspiration, who casts it’s special spell on the person it seeks. Who are we to be? almighty Ones. They answer in their own mysterious ways.
We are the Gods of heavenly creation, mythical and mysterious, our shining lights will guide you. We are the stories of awe and inspiration, the earthly human Gods of the sky. We are the gods who roamed the earth, who flew on mythical beasts and fought with great power the evils of that day. We are the gods who shined so brightly, that the stars themselves, captured us as our spirits drifted away. Heavenly beings, residing on mountain tops, glistening in beauty, brilliance and power. We are the gods of the ancients, controlling and commanding our superiority unmatched. Our rights are infinite, our supremacy is real, still swirling in stardust, our legacy remains. Not to be forgotten, we remain in the sky, here in the brilliance of the universe, our lives live on forever.
We are the almighty ones, strong and brave, look heavenwards, oh brave hearts. Our lives are still living, we speak and you hear us, in astrological forecasting, heed us. Know who you are, your own special talents, know your fine aptitude and don’t be afraid. The Earth is still turning, the world still evolving, the great human race has a devil to chase. Heed the warnings, use your great minds, not just for yourselves, but for all of humankind. One aptitude or another, we need them all, the glorious almighty, put gifts in each one.
In an earthly body, with an earthly mind, pursue your special place here, all humankind.