Friday Five 02.11.01

Well, obviously the snow has melted. That didn’t take long. I wish I’d thought to go build a quick snowman and dump it on my buddy’s lawn across the street. He probably had no idea it snowed, and since it wouldn’t have likely melted by the time he got home, that would be completely surreal. I always wanted to get a chest freezer, make a snowman, and then lay it inside until July. Then put it out on someone’s lawn and REALLY confuse them. One day I will do this.

Now, Friday Five time. WARNING: religious opinion ahead. I don’t write the questions, I just write the answers. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. If you do like it, comment. I’m all about the free exchange of opinion but I don’t want to see any bashing going back and forth or I WILL make use of my delete option for the first time. Play nice.

1. Were you raised in a particular religious faith?
As a really young child I only remember going to the Salvation Army. After my parents divorced I continued there with my Mom and went to an Evangelical church with my Dad. Although I always held close religious beliefs, I stopped attending church from about the age of 15 or 16 until about 23 or so.

2. Do you still practice that faith? Why or why not?
I still attend church (almost) weekly. If I can’t make it in person I’ll always catch Hour of Power on one of it’s many replays. My wife is a devout Catholic, and I’ll often join her at her Church, but my personal affiliation is still with the Salvation Army. I usually attend with my grandparents. Why? It’s a strange thing, but after going through a very tough period of my life between 1990 and 1998 I began attending to spend time with my grandparents. However, the more I went the more it felt right. It’s something that’s hard to explain to someone who hasn’t experienced it themselves, but personally, it’s a good place to be. That said, organized religion is a big bone of contention with me. Because of the close relationship between God and religion, too many people are getting them confused. God does not cause war. There is no war over God. Anyone that kills in the name of God does not know God, end of story.

3. What do you think happens after death?
I believe in Heaven and Hell, for sure. Although I don’t subscribe entirely to the teachings of any given Church, I’ve begun to believe in the Catholic idea of purgatory a bit more, only because it makes sense to me. I, like many, have always had difficulty with the concept of bad people going to Heaven simply for asking forgiveness. The idea that they must pay these debts prior to acceptance in to Heaven just makes more sense to me.

4. What is your favorite religious ritual (participating in or just observing)?
Christmas, without a doubt. I may be a bit left of centre in a lot of things I say or do, but effective today, my favourite season is in full swing. The Charlie Brown Christmas CD and DVD came out of storage this morning. :) For a more strict ritual, I actually enjoy the idea of giving up meat on Good Friday, a practice that has become almost void for all the wrong reasons.

5. Do you believe people are basically good?
There is good in everyone, but the World has become such a cesspool of evil and corruption that I think the good in people is being constantly tested. There is no more responsiblity for actions or concept of denying oneself for the greater good. I think far too often people are so busy making excuses for their actions, in some vain attempt to justify it to themselves, that they don’t realize that before long the bad is pushing the good aside. It’s one rule that people tend to find difficult to follow, and it would make all the difference – treat others as you would like to be treated. The ability is in all of us, most of us just don’t want to bother.


I guess it’s my turn

I guess it’s my turn to offer my two cents on the entire World Youth Day festivities here in Toronto. For those not in the know, back in 1983 the Pope presented a wooden cross to the “youth of the world” and instructed them to keep it and care for it, and that they would meet in a major world city every two years with the cross for a week of mass gathering and prayer. This year, Toronto was selected. Some of you will remember a previous post this month when I volunteered to help clear the streets when this cross came through my hometown of Bolton. This week, about 600,000 foreign youths and their families began to crowd into Toronto to take in our beautiful city, and last night, to attend a vigil hosted by the Pope himself. Most, if not all, of these 600,000 people stayed overnight, and now they’re expecting up to 1,500,000 local youths and their families to attend an open mass this morning. My wife has headed down with a friend from work, actually.

Now, if you take 600,000 or more people who are not normally in our area and drop them in downtown Toronto it should go without saying that things will get a bit crowded. These visitors, known as “pilgrims”, have taken to our subway system en masse and have been taking full advantage of their time here to see the whole city. This has, of course, caused for excessive foot traffic on most downtown streets, and promptly sent some members of the whining public into a fit. Don’t get me wrong, I have actually been more than impressed with the general lack of negativity surrounding this event, and I’m sure most of that is owed to September 11th and a general return to faith, or in the very least, an understanding of others’ faith. Two years ago this event would have lead to all sorts of blasphemous comments, no doubt, but people have accepted this Catholic gathering and seem to have gone out of their way to be accepting of it and gracious to our visitors.

Religion, and Catholicism, are frequently held as the major reasons for some of the world’s greater problems. “All of the World’s major fights and wars are over religion.” How many times have you heard that? At least 600,000 Catholics and Christians have crowded into the streets of Toronto this week and have we seen fighting? War? Theft? Murder? Plundering? Looting? I haven’t. No more than usual, which might fly in the face of those that have chosen to use Christianity as a scapegoat for the problems of the World. What I saw last night on the CBC was hundreds of thousands of youth singing, dancing, and happily coexisting with others of different ethnic backgrounds. Skin colour and diversity meant nothing – they were people, bonding together by a common love and possibly the last chance they would ever have to be lead by our present Pope. My faith in the future of our World through the young people was reaffirmed last night as I watched this gathering with nary a bad thing happening from beginning to end. You don’t have to be a Christian to appreciate it when this many people can exist so peacefully and with such love for one another.

Have a problem with crowded sidewalks? Upset over busy streetcars and subways? I don’t have a whole lot to say to you about it. Take a minute to look at the greater picture, whether you believe in God or not. To those that have welcomed our pilgrims with open arms, I thank you. People the World over are looking at Toronto with a rich fondness now that perhaps they didn’t before. I’ve had people ask me about our city – with the acceptance we’ve offered these pilgrims, and the great images of happy people and a clean city – they’re interested in paying us a visit. If you can find reason to be negative in all this perhaps you haven’t yet opened your eyes after all.

Rick Jessup

I realized last night that

I realized last night that when people say “it feels good to do something nice”, they lie. They lie really bad. A more correct quote might be “it feels good to HAVE DONE something nice.” There is a large difference. Here’s the story – for those of you that aren’t Catholic, there’s this thing every few years called World Youth Day – this year, it takes place in Toronto. In 1984 the Pope gave a cross to the “children of the World” and they have since been taking turns carting all around the World. Well, inexplicably, said cross ended up in Bolton last night – population few. The decision had been made that a procession would be made straight up Highway 50 (the main drag) from the main Catholic church to the Catholic school on the North Hill (Bolton is basically a big old valley). So they needed volunteers to first help direct cars into the provided spaces, and then to stop other cars from driving on the highway and running down the youth of the World and their big old cross. Being a good boy I volunteered to help the Rotary group do this. So I slapped on my cool construction guy vest with the reflectors, parked cars, then moved over to a plaza along 50 housing a Petro Canada.

Oh, and then the fun began.

It quickly became apparent to me what happens when you take all the Christians and put them on the street walking a cross. Why, the evil, foul, and generally objectionable people are all that remains. Apparently. You name it, I was called it.

Rick: “Well, you could park your car, walk across the street and get the pizza, then walk back to your car.”
Irate Driver: “ARE YOU F–KIN’ KIDDING ME!?!”
Rick: “No.”
Irate Driver: “FOR F–K’S SAKES!!!!”
Rick: “Ok.”

Rick: “You can cross downtown at King or south at Mayfield – take Coleraine along the back to get there.”
Irate Old Man: “BUT I JUST NEED TO GET THERE!!!” (pointing frantically across the street)
Rick: “Well, I guess you’ll have to drive there or there, eh?” (pointing north at King, south at Mayfield)
Rick: “Can’t say that again, can ya?”
Rick: “Sorry, Sir, next year I’ll bring my cross somewhere else.”

Irate Young Girl: “HOW DO I GET HOME?”
Rick: “You can cross downtown at King or south at Mayfield – take Coleraine along the back to get there.”
Irate Young Girl: “WHAT!!!!!????”
Rick: “You can cross downtown at King or south at Mayfield – take Coleraine along the back to get there.”
Rick: “Not here you can’t. At King or Mayfield you can.”
Rick: “So I guess you’re not interested in waiting to see the cross then, eh?”


I phoned my Mom afterwards and said she wasn’t very popular around town seeing as I was a mother-this and a son-of-a-that. I was hit by three car bumpers of cars who were rather insistent on crossing the street, regardless of the fact that I was between them. I had one guy get on the highway so I got in front of him and told him to get back in the lot. He yelled a bit and I said sorry, nothing I can do, they give me this vest and now I wield supreme executive power upon the entire city (“MOOHAHAHA!!!”) and he said “ok, I’ll go back”. So I moved out of the way and he quickly ripped across the street anyways. But thank God for small victories, as one of the patrolling police cars quickly sped over to nab him as he entered the other plaza. :)

Long-winded but I had to vent I suppose. What a day. I’m happy to say that my parents and I closed the experience off with a most excellent dinner at The Angry Tomato – the spicy corn chowder and chicken creole were dead-on, props to the Chef.

Friday quiz, already delayed, I’ll do later tonight.

Rick Jessup