Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Guest Post- A Request by Darryl

Dear friend of Breezey Allen,

Thank you for being an important person in our mutual friend Breezey’s life. Breezey has been deeply engaged in the Sanctuary community since we first met her at our annual Christmas party back in December. For those of you who do not know, Sanctuary seeks to be a community that particularly welcomes people who are excluded and marginalized from most other places and people groups. This often includes people who struggle with homelessness and other forms of poverty. Our goal is to find a place that we can all belong, a place to call ‘home’. Since that first meeting, Breezey has been a blessing to so many of our friends and has embraced our community as a whole. It has been so fun for us to watch her grow and find her place among us. We are thankful for who she is and for who she is helping us to become.

I believe that given the opportunity, Breezey will continue to be an even greater blessing to our community. For that reason, we have decided to invite Breezey to be part of our team in a greater capacity. We would like to offer her a paid position on our staff, which would increase her time and capacity to invest more fully into the work that we do. Unfortunately, Sanctuary does not have the funds at this time to hire Breezey outright. Therefore, as with all staff, we are dependent on friends and family like yourself who believe in the work of Sanctuary, believe in Breezey, and are led by the Holy Spirit to partner with us both prayerfully and financially in order to support this endeavor.

Breezey’s story is so exciting for me because it is so evident that God has been calling her and journeying with her through life in order to prepare her for this next step on her path. I hope her story will be as inspiring for you as it has been for me. Please pay particular attention to her heart for the hurting and broken people of our city, and prayerfully consider her request. Her request is not only for financial support, but it is an invitation for you also to engage and participate in the exciting work that God is doing in London.

Her letter is only the beginning of the story, and Breezey would absolutely love the opportunity to sit with you and talk further about her dreams and vision for working with Sanctuary. I would also be happy to share more with you about Sanctuary, and to answer any questions you may have. The work of Sanctuary is often hard and heavy. We hurt with our friends and grieve that the world is not yet the way it was intended to be. But each one of us has chosen to follow this calling on our lives and have found deep joy in knowing that this is exactly where God is best able to meet with us. If nothing else, please find a way to encourage Breezey along the way.

Thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
Darryl Reckman.
519-280-8895
darryl@sanctuarylondon.ca 
 sanctuarylondon.ca 

Thursday, June 23, 2016

My Struggle- Out of Sight, Out of Mind

I feel a twinge. A subtle breaking, tearing of the heart. Like a small piece is missing. And I have no right to feel that way.

A few days ago, somebody asked me if I know who I am. I said I'm always learning about myself. Who I am changes daily, based on the people I meet and on events that occur that effect my life. Whether positively or negatively. I am not the same person I was yesterday, and I will not be the same person tomorrow that I am today. I'm in constant flux.

People are important.  Some people leave a larger mark on your life and heart than others. One such person passed away a few months ago, and he just came back to my mind. A sudden hurting, and if I'm honest about it, I have no right to mourn. I had been terrible about keeping up to date with him, and his family. I did not prioritize him properly and now he is gone. Someone who was so brilliant, wise, had such a zest for life, amazing dance moves, and made the best all-natural peanut butter I've ever tasted. And I did not acknowledge and prize him as a friend as I should have. I took it for granted that he would be there, with his peanut butter, next time I arrive in Kitale. It weighs heavy.

This is a constant struggle for me. Balancing everything and not feeling everything so personally. I have trouble accepting my failures, and accepting that some things aren't failures, just the way things happen. I know that I am a 'Out of sight, out of mind' kind of person, and as such, fail constantly to keep those I adore in my life, and to keep in touch. This primarily involves my friends in Africa. I need to be better about keeping in touch, and being more involved. However I think I avoid it because I'm ashamed of how little I can do for them, and how amazing my life is. Ugh, there is the 'us' and 'them' again. Another thing I need to work on.

But I digress. My heart aching is not for Walter. He is in a better place. He had a heart for God, and a vibrancy unmatched. It is for those he left behind. His wife, his kids, his friends, and for myself. Because I missed out on knowing an amazing person.

Take the time to reach out to someone you haven't in awhile. One day, you will be glad that you did. Remember that time is fleeting, and live today in love.

Keep dancing Walter. <3

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Part 4: The Church- My Take on All Things Christian and God

**Note from the Scribbler: I have finally finished this post, and reached the end of this little series that took over a year to complete! Of course, this is only the tip of the iceberg but it was a good start and I think an essential for me personally. If you have any questions, if you disagree with anything I've said, let me know! I'm always interested in hearing from you. In the meantime, I'm going back to my regularly scheduled randomness and insanity I usually put out as part of my scribbling. If you wish to read the rest of this mini series, you can click on Part OnePart Two or Part Three.**

I can put this quite simply. Love. I think that's what it comes down to. I think the 'church' spends so much time painting God as this deity to be feared and obeyed. That He is a strict, commanding God, who demands a lot from you, that the church forgets the truth of it. That God is a God of love. He is a God of LOVE. Not of condemnation. He is one who desires a complete and unhindered relationship with those He created.

Have you ever read the Shack? In it the author describes the ideal relationship with God in the most amazing way. He describes it as a way of being. Where God is not a God of anger, fear and vengeful justice, but a God that only seeks a true and honest relationship with us. That is why we were created. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it, and then let me know what you think! I'd love to discuss it with you.

We need to stop putting our limitations on God. We need to stop using Him to justify our selfish, unkind, rude ways. We need to start embodying the love and kindness He shows towards us. We need to stop assuming we know all about He who created all.

God sets limitations on us, in the form of the 10 commandments, and other commandments so that we might know him better. So that we will not do anything to mar the intended relationship between ourselves and God, or our relationship between ourselves and others. By placing 'restrictions' on us, He also reminds us that we cannot, as humans, achieve perfection, and only through His grace, love and mercy, can we begin to mirror His image, and live in His light and warmth, reaching the end goal. Eternity with Him. 

I am not perfect. I have too many faults than I care to admit. I do try to not judge others, because I am not without sin. However I do not go around parading myself as a Christian and then doing the very things I advise against.

Today I choose to start to forgive. I will never forget, that is not even possible. But I will try to forgive. I will recognize that all of the people that hurt me were only humans, and although they like to perceive themselves as Christ-like, they, as all humans do, fall pitifully short. I will let go of the hurt, let go of the pain, and let peace back in.

Now to a question I've heard before. Do I blame God? No. That would mean that I would presume to be His judge. And to fault Him for taking my mom would be to say that I believed that this was all there was to life, and our bodies are not simply a temporary shell, holding us before we take our true form with Him, which would be completely contrary to the ultimate reason for Christianity and faith in a deity itself.

Why do I believe? I am forever growing, forever changing. As long as I breathe I will be in constant flux and a state of change. I have felt great loss, been through hardship, seen poverty, and experienced hate. However I've seen great hope, been through times of peace, experienced great joy, and great love. Everything I do is accentuated by a love that is unseen, that lives only within myself and has nothing to do with anyone around me. The knowledge that my Creator has me firmly in His sights, and enveloped in His love gives me a reason to keep on. I've felt that peace, that love. I've seen the good He can do.

That being said, I do not wish to be called a 'Christian'. Christian now has a bitter taste to it. The name of a religion that I do not care to be associated with, because it has been twisted into something very different than it was intended to be. I want to be a part of a faith. Which is not governed by the select few. It is propelled by love, and a desire to show the love that Jesus showed to us.

Finally, I would remind you that God does not fail us. Humans do. I will not shove my faith in your face, because I do not presume to suggest that I'm all knowing, and my timing is not His. To attempt to force something to blossom would only hinder His work in your life. However I would urge you, please do not allow others and their foolish hypocrisy turn you away from the possibility of something more. Be open to the possibility of closing your eyes and jumping, and the arms that catch you just might catch you by surprise. Ask yourself the question, what if there's more?


Saturday, April 25, 2015

My Butterball

In October of 2007, my mom called me while I was living in Edmonton and told me that was absolutely in love with the baby that CAS had placed with my family a month earlier, and wanted our home to be his forever home. Knowing that that was not even a possibility at this point, I warned her not to get her hopes up and went on with life, constantly getting the calls from my mother, gushing about this sweet little baby, and I continually reminded her that she was just going to get her heart broken.

Then I came home at Christmas and fell in love. This little boy was the chubbiest, cutest little Butterball in the world. I knew he had to be ours. Then comes the wait. The legal battle between CAS and unfit parents is a torturous one. You can never be sure of the outcome, and of course you want justice done, but the waiting is terrible. My mother's calls that simply had previously composed of gushing turned into calls where she'd turn on the speakerphone and I'd 'talk' to the baby for half an hour, or she'd leave the phone on in his room and I'd sing him to sleep.

Then we got news that the beautiful little boy could be ours. The same day of such joy turned into one of great sadness as well, as most everyone knows.  However, we had a light. A beautiful, broken little boy to tend to, to care for, to love and coddle. A little boy who quite literally saved our lives.

I was so blessed to be with Eli in his toddler years. My gorgeous little butterball and I did everything together, from beach days, where he would get covered in chocolate ice cream only to be dunked in the lake again,  to road trips to see Auntie Jenn, to all of the shopping,  where any vegetables I left beside his carseat would all have curious little tiny bite marks out of each of them- including a turnip once, to swimming lessons where I learned that this kid, who was about 16 months had no fear whatsoever in him. We went out to Edmonton together to meet the family and he had an absolute blast with his cousins he still speaks of from all those years ago. He was always such a happy little munchkin, and a light in dark times. He was a blessing and a joy.

Over the last 7 years he's kept us all smiling, laughing and given us hope. He's our bright light and greatest joy, and now he's 8! So Happy Birthday Butterball. I do now, and will always love you to infinity and beyond and even more than that, and in that regard, I will always win.


Monday, December 22, 2014

Part 3: The Church- Where the Church is Failing

**Note from the Scribbler: Oh, now we are getting into it! My rant. Once again, if you don't like it, don't read it. Part One can be found here and Part Two can be found here! God bless during this Christmas season!**

'The greatest deterrent to Christianity is Christians themselves.' 

I heard this quote in high school and it has always stuck with me. God/ the concept of God has never once made me want to turn away from this religion. Being associated with such a cruel people has. I'm not saying that this applies to all Christians, but I am saying that as a whole, they are viewed in this way. 

There are a lot of hard truths that I feel that people like to avoid when talking about the Church. Things people like to sweep under the rug because it's safer and more comfortable to not bring them to light. Things that would make the Church seem less desirable. However if we don't address these concerns, it's never going to change. Turning a blind eye to something doesn't make it go away. It just makes you foolish. Some Christians like to portray and use God in certain ways to further their own agendas. 

Not all Christians have these issues, and certainly not all churches. I have been to a good many churches that were absolutely fantastic. Unfortunately, a bad experience with a few can poison the view of the many.

Instead of giving a helping hand in times of hardship, we judge and try to force our beliefs on one another. Take divorce. A woman who is so hurt and needs out of her marriage due to irreparable reasons is then ripped apart by her pastor and church for being 'unfaithful' and 'disobeying God'?? Well, to that I say 'Let ye among you without sin be the first to cast a stone.' Those who are hurting need our love and support. Not another lecture, another sermon, another damning remark. My own father was asked to leave a position of leadership with a youth group because he had proposed to my mom, a divorced woman.

There have been so many young women I've met over the years who could spin such sweet and eloquent tales of how God had been present in their lives, and taught them lessons that every woman should learn. However if you questioned them on it, or met them outside of that Bible study, the way they treated you could be nothing less than diabolical. One particular Bible study, we were discussing women submitting to their husbands. I didn't want to comment but the group leader knew me quite well and could see that I was seething, so he pushed me to express my opinion. I think he came to regret that decision once I told them exactly what my views on that were, in no uncertain terms. One young lady enlightened me that I was sinning in the belief that using the word 'submit' brings inequality and the potential for abuse, and told me that she had several books for me to read that I might be better educated on why I should be submitting to a man. I countered with the fact that the word 'submit' didn't exist in the language the passage was transcribed from, and men for eons have used similar reasoning to excuse abuse. Equality for all! I believe that was my last visit to that Bible study after that encounter. 


Why is there a hierarchy in the church? We follow men who were educated in concepts created by other men. Every person on this earth wants to important in some way. For some people, church is where that happens. They are given seniority, and once they taste that it's very difficult to give it up. Pastors who are looking for more money, more seniority in the church. Women who are given a place of power who abuse it to further their own (and their daughter's) ends. Are we not all servants? Are we not all called to love and live in His light? Are we not asked to do as He requests, and give up all? Was Jesus not born to a carpenter? Did he not wash the feet of those considered below Him? If we are to live like Jesus, it means we are to give up our ambition and haughty ways to simply serve. I have been to churches where anyone who feels called to speak is given the floor. Because God moves through anyone at anytime.

I love playing devils advocate. I believe that if we don't question and test our faith, how are we to strengthen it? If we don't come to conclusions on our own through study and meditation, how is our faith true and real? I love when people get upset after being confronted on their belief. But that is because you believe blindly, with no personal contemplation on the subject.

Why have church leaders banned books? Do they believe their congregation is not wise enough to recognize truth vs fiction? Do they not want to discuss the hard questions? I recognize that it is much easier to keep ourselves pure by ignoring the outside world and all the 'evils' in it. However that's not real or true and maybe that's why there's been such a decrease in Christianity among young people today. Tell a child not to look in a closet, and when your back is turned, that's the first thing they are going to do. However, if you explain what's in it, and why we do not go near it, then understanding can be had by all. My baby sister, who has grown into quite the young woman put it most succinctly. ''The whole point of free will is to be able to make the choice yourself, or else it's not genuine." If we make decisions in the dark and without the whole truth, is it true belief? Or is it blind belief?

Why the discrimination against women? This frustrates me beyond belief. What kind of backwards world do we live in where men are still put in a place above women?! Does God speak only to men? Are women not worthy to hear His voice?! Are we such evil creatures that we need a man to direct us in the way of Christ? Or are we just too stupid to be able to trust Him to direct us Himself? I've been to more than one church where they have been praying for the right 'man' to come to lead His people.

One of my favourite sermons I've ever heard was about the four grandmothers of Christ. At the beginning of Matthew, there is a genealogy of Christ. Within that genealogy there are only 4 women mentioned, which is amazing in itself that any women were mentioned at all! Then you see who was brought up, out of countless good and faithful women to be one of the chosen few 'grandmothers of Christ' and the amazement deepens. Tamar, Rahab, Ruth and Bathsheba.

Tamar posed as a prostitute to sleep with her father in law, and as a result bears twins.

Rahab was a prostitute.

Ruth was an outsider. She wasn't a part of God's chosen people. She was poor and an outcast.

Bathsheba was the woman David had an affair with, who then consequently tried to cover it up by having her husband killed in battle.

All four of these women were blatant sinners and/or not a part of God's chosen people. However God used them not only for His purposes in their own time, but also used them to bring the Saviour to this world.


Why do we care about what people wear to church? Jesus overturned the temple, and condemned the Pharisees, who I'm guessing were very well put together and dressed very well for the time. He communed with the poor, the beggars, the outcasts the lepers. I am pretty sure that He is more interested in what your heart looks like, than the clothes you dress in to praise Him.

Christians judge, non Christians simply do not care.

Christians tend to 'hold themselves to a higher standard'. Therefore, they hold you to it as well. If you fall on your face, they will laugh, point, and whisper behind your back. Where children hit each other, and play mind games keeping secrets and toys from/with one another, Christians have the added bonus of being able to judge each other like crazy due to all the rules and restrictions placed on us.

I saw this picture going around Facebook and it actually kills me. Because it is true.

We portray God as this vengeful, spiteful Deity who requires our complete obedience or He will send us straight to Hell, and that is not the God I follow.

As Christians, we have been called to a life of love and Christ-like behaviour. I'm not asking you to change your beliefs, I'm just asking you to take a look at how you approach people, what you portray to the world as a Christ follower. Ask questions, actively grow your faith and what you believe.

My next and final post on the subject will be my personal beliefs regarding religion. I hope you will join me.

Merry Christmas!

Sunday, December 14, 2014

A Christmas Gift Idea to Change Lives.

In the Western society, we are so blessed. We have everything we could ever need/ want and so much more. However there are so many out there who have so much less than they need. This Christmas, I'm praying that our hearts will open to those people, and that we can show love and support.

After our trips to Africa, and being involved with various projects, I often get asked my opinion on reputable organizations to support children/ children's homes etc. Unfortunately we all know that there is a lot of corruption in the world, and people want assurances that their money and resources are going to the things they are being promised. This is the season of giving. So this year, instead of giving useless junk to one another that will eventually most likely end up in a landfill or in your Goodwill box, why not give the gift of hope to somebody who really needs it?

There is a ministry that has laid very heavily on my heart. Rehema/ In Step Children's Home, located in the Cherangani Hills region of Kenya.

I have been blessed to be able to visit this home twice, once in 2010 and again in 2013, and on both visits I was absolutely stunned at the amazing blessing this home is to not only the children they provide for, but the larger community as a whole. They currently have 157 children, who are loved and cared for very well. From the baby house, to the triple decker bunk beds, to the dining hall that has walls lined with high chairs each holding a beautiful, smiling little one, this home is simply fantastic.

They have greenhouses, amazing gardens to grow their own food, and dehydrate any excess for times of need. They tapped an underground river and supply the community with free, clean drinking water, which is a huge blessing in and of itself.

The ministry is run by Jeff and Carla who are fantastic, wonderful, amazing people who continue to show His light through their actions and willingness to just serve these children whose stories would absolutely break your heart.

If you are looking for a good cause to donate to this season, I would encourage you to consider In Step. They are currently working on building new dorms for the children, as their current building is bursting at the seams!

Child sponsorships are also available.

The website can be found by clicking here. The Facebook page can be found here.

I know there are a lot of very worthy organizations out there, but this one I can personally vouch for.

Merry Christmas, and may you be blessed.




Saturday, December 6, 2014

Best Friend



She's the only person I will tell that I don't wanna do something, and whine if being forced. With anyone else, I'm too polite.

She's the only person who knows that a few jello shots will get me on the roller coaster I am terrified of.

She's the only person who will not laugh at me for crying on said roller coaster, and not be *too* annoyed at me for not speaking to her for a few hours afterwards.

She's the only person who knows what I'm thinking before I do.

She's the only person who I cannot evict from my thoughts.

She's the only person who I let see me cry.. Usually at the worst times too.

She's the only person I know will ALWAYS be up for any adventure, including taking off to Africa for two months with no idea what we were doing.

She's the only person who can and will call me out on my shit.

She's the only person I know I can always depend upon, and won't leave.. Even if I try to force her out.

She's my person.

I once asked her why we were still friends. She answered with 'We are the same person.' and left it at that.

I guess its true.

<3