"My dad has become a great rector’s wife,” I remember saying in a sociology of religion class 20 years ago at the University of Toronto. I said it to get a laugh, but also because it was true. We were talking about the role of clergy in different world religions, and the discussion had turned to the unwritten assumptions of what a clergy person brings to a community.
On April 23, 2014, near his home on Siksika First Nation, we laid to rest my adopted brother and friend, the Rev. Mervin Natowohki (“Holy Water”) Wolfleg.
On June 4, I will be in Kingfisher Lake in northern Ontario for the inauguration of a new diocese. This occasion fulfills a vision of a deeply loved and highly respected elder, The Rev. William Winter. It had been revealed to him that some day there would be a truly indigenous church with leadership from among his own people.
Music was a deeply formative part of my adolescence. Along with Bible reading and daily prayer, my Christian music collection was incredibly meaningful to me. Audio Adrenaline, Amy Grant, DC Talk, Michael W. Smith, Petra and White Cross were just some of the bands in my collection.
The date was May 20, 1979, and the place was the Cathedral Church of St. James, Toronto. I knelt before Archbishop Lewis Garnsworthy, who laid his hands upon my head and said, “You are a priest forever...”
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