On Sunday 29 June I preached a sermon at Hope Mennonite, Winnipeg. I struggled with this sermon. I wanted to tell stories from Iraqi Kurdistan and I wanted to teach a lesson from Jesus. But it was not coming together. I kept feeling like something was missing. I found a scripture text that I wanted to talk about- Matthew 10: 40-42. The main words were:" This is a large work I’ve called you into, but don’t be overwhelmed by it. It’s best to start small. Give a cool cup of water to someone who is thirsty, for instance. The smallest act of giving or receiving makes you a true apprentice. You won’t lose out on a thing.”
I included stories of cold cups of water given to me by Kurdish people, of meeting a woman asking for bus money on the streets of Winnipeg, and a Syrian Kurdish woman at the gate to the bazaar in Sulaimani.
Then I thought of Althea Guiboche aka The Bannock Lady here in Winnipeg. She does not have much financial resources to feed the people around her but she sure does have the energy to encourage others to give. And then she has made it happen every week for the last 18 months. So I decided to ask my church family to bring food to help her for that Sunday- the Got Bannock Burger Day. And they came through like I knew they would. I carried two laundry baskets full as well as bags of flour to Althea's house after church.
As I entered her back door I heard the laughter and voices of quite a few people. They were her friends and neighbours who had come to help make the bannock buns, and fry the burgers and cut the vegetables. I was invited to come in to help too. As we worked we looked outside the windows to see the rain begin to fall. "It's OK, there are still two hours left. It may slow down or stop". But it continued and even came down harder with gusts of wind.
The group of people in Althea's kitchen (Althea Guiboche)
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Great bannock burgers (Todd Matthew Dechateauvert)
The amazing thing is that this did did not discourage anyone. When 3 pm came and it was time to load up the coolers and boxes of fruit and burgers everyone was ready to ride (or walk) the two blocks to Dufferin and Main Street. As Althea's black van pulled onto Dufferin Ave. there were already people waiting. They knew that good food was coming.
Then other people began to show up- even more volunteers. One woman brought two large cartons full of hot Tim Horton's coffee with cups and cream and sugar to go into it. Another carried two large packages of cheese to go onto the burgers. A man brought his small daughter and an umbrella. He held the umbrella over people who needed protection from the rain as they gave out food or stood in line. And we discovered a cooler full of egg salad sandwiches from a woman who is celebrating Ramadan. People from all walks of life provided and served the food.
There was really no way to avoid getting wet. The water was coming down in buckets. So we kept the coolers closed except to reach for a wrapped burger and gave access to things to put on the burgers under the cover of the end gate of Athea's van.
Later that day Althea reflected on the day. "If there is one thing I learned to have, it's a healthy respect for the weather, my mantra is "hot or cold, rain or shine, if they're out there, then so is the bannock lady" any element they're in, then that's how I serve lunch, until I have a space to shelter them, then this is how it is, sometimes it gets messy or really cold, but the food is packaged and stored and given fresh, it's made with love and contains no judgements.
I serve in the pouring rain or the coldest cold, I even make the media suffer with us lol just so they realize the extreme elements We face, I do it to let them know I stand with them, count myself with them, and will fight for change for them .
We really did not need to give out cups of cold water on 29 June: all we had to do was point our mouths up to the sky! But the giving went beyond that. People from different religions, cultures, ideas,and lives came together to give and receive. Althea writes, " I welcome all cultures, all faiths, all religions, to come together and feed our city's poorest, we need to become a village that sees no differences, that comes from one race, the human race!!"
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Tuesday, December 31, 2013
On giving: a spare kidney and Got Bannock.
I have been thinking a lot about giving. I guess that the impetus may be the time of year- there is a lot of energy spent on encouraging people to give in way or another. But I have run into a couple of stories of people who are giving much more beyond buying a gift and wrapping it up.
On my Facebook feed I saw a link to a story about an acquaintance-Carol Penner. This past year she underwent an operation to remove one of her kidneys. There was not anything wrong with it, in fact it was very healthy. She had heard of a program that matches people in need of a new kidney with other people-strangers-who are willing to donate one of their kidneys and whose blood type matches the one in need. Carol decided that this was something she was able to give and did so. The Canadian Broadcasting radio story is in the link and her story is the first one. It is worth listening to see why one woman would put herself through the stress of a major operation to help one stranger.
http://www.cbc.ca/video/player.html?clipid=2422643111&position=9914&site=cbc.news.ca
If you would rather read a short article about her see here .
Another woman who I have gotten to know a little bit this year is Althea Guiboche aka The Bannock Lady. She came to my awareness this March when I read some news stories about her in the Winnipeg news. She had noticed a big need in Winnipeg and took up the responsibility of helping to fill that need. She makes bannock and soup and chilli and once a week takes it to a street corner in the North End of Winnipeg to hand out to hungry people. Her motto is "in honour of the village we once had". She knew that traditionally in First Nations villages when someone had food that it would be given to all who had need until it was all gone. Some of the tradition has been lost and many First Nations people have found themselves in the North End of a big city where life has become much more individualistic.
Althea writes about herself on Facebook:" I make the bannock that feeds the people I work for, I make the soup, I gather the donations, I compile it all and I do most of it on my own! It's a 100 hour a week job and I love it! I am a single parent to 7, I am a published poet and author, currently in 8 anthologies and am part of Idle No More!
I am a voice for the homeless and hungry, having been homeless myself I feel I have earned the right to speak on behalf of the less fortunate!
Miigwetch (thank you in the Ojibway language) for all the support and am always welcoming others to help In Honour Of The Village We Once Had"
So, in December I decided that there was something that I could do to help out both Got Bannock and another organisation that feeds the hungry of Winnipeg four times a week. I took a small flier to 50 homes in my neighbourhood to tell them that I would be coming around 3 days later to collect food to donate to Got Bannock and Crossways in Common. It was a cold Friday evening when I went out with my shopping trolley to see whether people would respond. I did get reprimanded several times for being out on such a bitter night, but I knew that some of the people who will receive the food do not have a nice warm house to head back to. I bundled up warmly and set out again.
So.... giving, being able and willing to take something you have to give it to someone else. Whether it is a kidney, or a whole lot of time or a little bit of time or two large bags of groceries or even a couple cans of tomato soup.
On my Facebook feed I saw a link to a story about an acquaintance-Carol Penner. This past year she underwent an operation to remove one of her kidneys. There was not anything wrong with it, in fact it was very healthy. She had heard of a program that matches people in need of a new kidney with other people-strangers-who are willing to donate one of their kidneys and whose blood type matches the one in need. Carol decided that this was something she was able to give and did so. The Canadian Broadcasting radio story is in the link and her story is the first one. It is worth listening to see why one woman would put herself through the stress of a major operation to help one stranger.
http://www.cbc.ca/video/player.html?clipid=2422643111&position=9914&site=cbc.news.ca
If you would rather read a short article about her see here .
Another woman who I have gotten to know a little bit this year is Althea Guiboche aka The Bannock Lady. She came to my awareness this March when I read some news stories about her in the Winnipeg news. She had noticed a big need in Winnipeg and took up the responsibility of helping to fill that need. She makes bannock and soup and chilli and once a week takes it to a street corner in the North End of Winnipeg to hand out to hungry people. Her motto is "in honour of the village we once had". She knew that traditionally in First Nations villages when someone had food that it would be given to all who had need until it was all gone. Some of the tradition has been lost and many First Nations people have found themselves in the North End of a big city where life has become much more individualistic.
Althea writes about herself on Facebook:" I make the bannock that feeds the people I work for, I make the soup, I gather the donations, I compile it all and I do most of it on my own! It's a 100 hour a week job and I love it! I am a single parent to 7, I am a published poet and author, currently in 8 anthologies and am part of Idle No More!
I am a voice for the homeless and hungry, having been homeless myself I feel I have earned the right to speak on behalf of the less fortunate!
Miigwetch (thank you in the Ojibway language) for all the support and am always welcoming others to help In Honour Of The Village We Once Had"
Althea (the Bannock Lady) on a bitterly cold night celebrating the anniversary of the Idle No More movement. On this night a truckload of winter clothes was handed out to those who needed the warmth. (photo by Doug Thomas)
This is a very big bannock which is a bread made of flour, water, baking powder and some sort of fat. (photo taken from the Got Bannock Facebook page)
My zebra shopping trolley was filled up again and again with canned goods and rice and pasta.
One person was not home so left me a note and a big bag of groceries in her mailbox.
The bags of groceries that I collected. Some people brought their food to my house because they were not home on that Friday evening.
I made contact with the volunteers of Got Bannock who help Althea and one came by my house to pick up the food. A couple of days later the Got Bannock Facebook site had this message.
"A great big Bannock shout out to Kathy Moorhead Thiessen for the big load of supplies she gathered by going door to door in her own neighbourhood. Thank you for helping us Honour the Village we Once Had through your spirit of sharing."So.... giving, being able and willing to take something you have to give it to someone else. Whether it is a kidney, or a whole lot of time or a little bit of time or two large bags of groceries or even a couple cans of tomato soup.
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