Friday, February 13, 2009

Friday Night Kivgiq 2009

Grace and greetings.

Yesterday I posted the story behind Kivgiq. It is a long story but very informative. Also, I included pictures for Thursday's dances and gathering.

Kivgiq lasts for the weekend; it starts on Wednesday with greetings and the welcoming of all the different dance groups and communities. There are groups from throughout the Arctic Circle; Greenland, Russia, Canada, and Alaska. I do not think anybody from Norway or Iceland made it this year. Thursday through early Sunday morning, the different dance groups will dance, drum, and sing. It is scheduled to end 3:00 AM Sunday morning, but will probably will go until 4 or 5 Sunday morning. During the week of Kivgiq, Barrow's population of 5,000 doubles, which means family puts up family, all the hotels are booked. The college was housing people when a water main busted in the men's dorm, flooding out the rooms and causing the people to look for other housing. Fortunately, the community came through to help out.

Along with the visitors, there are two Presbyterian ministers from Taiwan, as the Presbytery of Yukon has started a sister relationship with the Presbytery in Taiwan. Along with the two ministers, came our Presbytery Executive and the minister from Anchor Presbyterian Church in Anchorage, serving as interpreter. They timed there trip so that they could come and experience this celebration. The airfare within the State of Alaska, Anchorage to Barrow, then onto Wainwright, then back to Barrow to return to Anchorage cost twice as much as it did to fly from Taiwan to Anchorage.
The dances started out very traditional, some very serious, some for laughter. They all tell as story, which helps to know the culture and language to know what the dances are about. Some are like the Bird Man, (I think) that tell of the story of how birds are part of the tradition of the people. Some of the dances are to make fun of different parts of life, like the mating dance below.

At the end of each group's time to dance, sing and drum, they have a group dance, inviting any and all to join in for the song. Others, like this little girl, was dressed ready to dance, but stayed in the isle to follow along.

I hope that you will enjoy the pictures of the weekend, I will try and post some more tomorrow and Sunday. No, I will not be there when they end it sometime early Sunday morning.

Peace and blessings.

Kivgiq 2009

Grace and greetings.
I thought I would try and explain what Kivgiq is about, but I think I will use a story that is already written. This is the story behind Kivgiq, filled in by the story teller, Martha Stackhouse, one of the Session Elders at church.

Kivgiq. Traditional Gathering and Feast!

The Sacred Gift of Song, Dance and Festivity Thousands of years ago, from the time immemorial, an Iñupiaq man and woman lived along the northern coast of the Arctic Slope. Retold by Martha Stackhouse (Ikayuaq)

The man was an extremely successful hunter. He hunted for tuttu (caribou), niġliq (geese), and fished from the lakes up inland. He was also very successful in trapping pisukaat (foxes), amaġut (wolves) and qavvich (wolverine). Occasionally he went to the sea to hunt for small sea mammals such as natchiq (seals), ugruk (bearded seal) and nanuq (polar bear). The woman was always busy butchering, tanning skins and sewing garments from the animals that her husband caught. The only thing lacking in their lives was the feeling of loneliness, as they lived by themselves. They longed for children but it just did not seem that it would happen. All they ever seem to do, day in and day out, was to hunt and work. The nights seemed to be the longest when all work had been done. Most of the nights were quiet with occasional small talk between the lonely couple.

At last, the woman became pregnant. When she made the announcement to her husband, he became so excited that he lifted her completely off the ground! Finally the time came when she had a baby son. What excitement they had! They loved him immensely and cuddled him.
It seemed like it was not very long before the son started walking. He showed signs of strength and agility. His Aapa (father) constructed a small bow and arrow for him. Before long, he learned how to master it and soon came home with ptarmigan. Several years later, he started hunting tuttu. He quickly became a highly skilled hunter like his father. He hunted from the land and his father preferred to hunt from the sea. The young son's curiosity caused him to go farther and farther away from home as he got older. He even started hunting from the mountains. One day he had gone hunting towards the mountains as he usually did but he did not return home. His parents waited for him as they thought he might have been caught in a storm. Many days passed and still, he did not return. They both searched for him everywhere but there was no trace of him anywhere. Their lives seemed to be even more empty than ever before.

Before long, the wife became pregnant again. They absolutely ecstatic! Time seemed to pass very quickly and the second son was born to them. Like his brother before him, he was strong and very clever. He grew up to become a strong young man and a successful hunter. He followed his brother's footsteps exactly. He yearned to travel long distances but his parents urged him not to go too far. They told him about his older brother who did not return from his hunt. Try as he might, he could not stay put. He had seen the mountains in the distance which seemed to draw him towards them. One day he firmly told his parents about his intentions to go to the mountains to hunt. He made several trips and successfully came back home laden with furs and a strange new meat from the mountain sheep. Just as the parents became comfortable enough with their son's strange urge to hunt in the mountains, he too, disappeared mysteriously. Again, they waited an allotted time for him to come home but he never returned. They searched endlessly as they grieved. They blamed themselves for not being strict enough on him. They lamented that they should have forbid him to travel into the mountains. This loss brought them to be more depressed than ever. Days would go by without talking. They talked only when it was necessary.

Miraculously enough, the woman became, yet a third time! This time around, the husband pampered her endlessly. Soon the third son was born to them. This one seemed to catch on even quicker than the first two sons. He learned how to walk at an even earlier time; and in no time at all, he began to run around with such speed! Not only did he learn how to handle a bow and arrow with efficiency but he also learned how to use the bola with such accuracy. He brought home ptarmigan when he was a toddler; geese when he was just four winters; a caribou when he was just six winters. He learned how to hunt with such ease that his parents became worried. The parents vowed to be strict with this son and forbade him to spend nights out by himself. He was instructed to come home nightly. He and his father were so skilled in hunting that they had to make several siġluat (ice cellars) to store all the meat they brought in. The son hunted from the land and the father from the sea. One day, the son went up inland to hunt as he usually did each day, when he sighted a large bird coming towards him from the direction of the mountains. The young man watched with curiosity. When it was above him, it began to circle and slowly started descending downward. It landed a few feet away from the young man, took his hood off and instantly became a man. In the ancient days it was not unusual for an animal to transform themselves into human beings; and for humans to transform into animals. To the young man's surprise, the Eagle Man began to talk to him, getting right to the point.
"It was I who killed your two older brothers. I will kill you also if you do not agree to come with me to the mountains to learn how to hold a songfeast and dance called Kivgiq. When you have learned all there is to know about Kivgiq from my Eagle Mother, I will allow you to go back home to your parents. But first, you must promise to teach other humans about what you have learned from my mother and I. Will you, or will you not come with me to the mountains?"
"It seems that I do not have a choice but to come with you; I promise to teach other human beings about Kivgiq but I do not know what a song is; nor do I know what a feast is."

"Will you or will you not come with me? My Eagle Mother will teach you all there is to know. Now answer me! I am becoming impatient! Will you or will you not come with me?"

"I will go gladly to learn this thing that you speak of. I do not know what a song is. I do not know what dance is. I do not know what a feast is," the young man emphasized again.

"I said that my Eagle Mother will teach you all there is to know! Your brothers before you were afraid to learn something new. They were too stubborn and refused to learn so I killed them. You are wise to agree to come with me. Believe me, you have chosen well. Now let us go to the house of my Eagle Mother in the mountains."

Since the eagle had transformed into a human, he could no longer fly. However, his coat was an impressively brilliant coat made from eagle feathers. The two men looked majestic as they were both very strong, agile and sure of themselves. They covered ground quickly, far into the mountains, across rivers and valleys. They walked all day long and finally, a magnificent mountain came into sight. They began to climb the great mountain. The Eagle Man said that their house was on top of the highest mountain. The young man heard a strange beat, like someone making a knocking sound. At first it was soft but as they ascended further up towards the top, the beat became louder and louder. It began to sound like the beating of huge hammers. As they approached the peak of the mountain, the beating sound was so deafening that the young man could feel it within his ears and his chest.
"Do you hear a beating sound?" asked the Eagle Man.
"Yes. What is it?" Asked the young man.

"It is the sound of my eagle Mother's heart. We are very close to the house now."
The house was situated at the peak of the great mountain. The Eagle Man instructed the young hunter to wait outside of the house as he had to prepare his Eagle Mother to meet him. He said that his mother was very old and needed his assistance. As the young man looked out, he was able to see the plains of the Arctic where the humans hunted for caribou. He was in awe by the magnificent view which greatly humbled him as he looked around his surroundings from the top of the mountain. He wondered what the future was in store for him. He wondered what Kivgiq meant but he was determined to learn about it so that he may return safely to his aging parents. He was sure that his parents, at this very moment were going through turmoil again over the loss of their third son. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that it did not seem long before the young Eagle Man came for him and invited him to come into the house to meet the ancient Eagle Mother.
The first impression he had as he entered the house was that it looked so ordinary. The house was made of sod from the tundra and logs from the trees nearby. His eyes had to adjust to the sudden darkness as he entered. Slowly, he began to see the decrepit old Eagle Mother who sat on the platform. She looked so sorrowful that she looked like she might die any minute.
The young Eagle Man introduced the young hunter to his mother, "This young man has promised to hold a songfest when he gets home. He knows nothing about putting words together into songs; he knows nothing of how to sing songs; nor does he understand the beating of a drum and how to dance for joy. Mother, men do not know these things and now this young man has finally come traveling up to our mountain to learn!"

The old Eagle Mother's eyes seemed to glitter as she heard these miraculous words. Her body suddenly seemed to have more life. She said: "Quyannaq! Thank you so much for coming. You will begin lessons immediately. The first thing you will have to learn is how to make a qarġi, a festival house, where many people may come to assemble to sing, dance and feast."
Under the instructions of the old Eagle Mother, the two young men began at once to build a qarġi. It was much bigger and stronger than an ordinary house used by men. It took them many days to construct it. When it was finally done, the young hunter was amazed at the size of the qarġi. The old Eagle Mother told them that they could construct the other necessary objects in the qarġi. She told the young hunter that the qarġi could be used for making hunting implements and festival regalia. She taught them how to make a kissautaq (round drum) made from stretched skin and curved wood with a handle. Next she taught them how to make a special Kalukaq drum made from wood. It was four sided with a hollow cavity. The drum stick was narrow at the handle and thick at the other end. When this stick struck the Kivgiq drum, it gave a deep vibrant booming sound, representing the old Eagle Mother's heart.
Finally, the Eagle Mother taught him how to put words into songs. She showed them how to beat the drums as they sang songs. The younger hunter was so amazed at discovering the feeling of joy in singing such songs! Yet, the old Eagle Mother told him that was not all. They still had to learn how to dance. She told her son to demonstrate how a man should dance, with clenched fists and stomping feet to keep in time to the beat of the drums. Such a dance showed strength and dignity of man. She demonstrated how a woman should dance like an eagle flying. The arms should go out as if flying and the head bent down as if looking for food. As the Eagle Mother danced to the beat of the drum, she actually seemed to have grown younger and was so full of life!

The Eagle Mother's final instructions to the young hunter was that he and his father would have to go out to hunt enough animals to feed many invited guests. They would need to construct several siġluat (meat cache beneath the ground) to store a lot of meat. Then he would have to construct a qarġi like the one that she had taught them to build. They would have to make many gifts to give their guests. "When you have hunted, composed songs and everything is in order, you may hold Kivgiq with your invited guests," instructed the Eagle Mother.
"But we do not know of any other people except ourselves. We have gone hunting to great distances and have not come across any other human beings." Replied the young hunter.
"You must prepare the qarġi, hunt enough to feed many people, compose songs and make the drums like I showed you and sponsor the first Kivgiq. I assure you, when all is ready and you go out to look for people to invite, you will meet them two by two. Human kind is so lonely because they do not have the gift of festivity. They need to learn how to sing and dance in order to survive. Mankind will not survive without feeling joy." She told him that he had learned all that was necessary to hold the first Kivgiq. He was free to go back home to his parents. She instructed her son to take the young hunter to the place where they first met. The young hunter knew it had been quite some time since they had first met. Now they were the best of friends and he would never forget the eagle family whom he had come to know as his own.

The Eagle Man put his coat on, made from shimmering eagle feathers. The Eagle Man looked absolutely brilliant, his manner of walk showing strength, courage and wisdom. He told his friend to walk with him to the highest pinnacle of the mountain as it would make it easier to take off into flight from that point. The young man told the Eagle Mother that he would see her again, as there are no good-byes said in Iñupiaq. He noticed a certain glimmer in her eyes. She looked like she had more strength and quickness that she had previously. It was short quick walk from the house to the top pinnacle of the mountain.
When they reached the top, the Eagle Man instructed him: "Lie across my back, grip me around the neck and close your eyes, for today we will travel quickly.
"The young man did as he was told. As he had his eyes closed, he could hear a swishing sound around him. The young Eagle Man flew with him towards the North, the great stretch of tundra as far as you could see. Before long, they circled and then stopped suddenly. The young hunter opened his eyes and jumped off the huge bird. They had reached their destination where they had first met many moons ago. He noted that it was springtime. He had spent the whole winter with the eagle family! The Eagle Man took his hood off and the two young men hugged, saying they would definitely see each other again someday.

The young hunter walked quickly towards home and as soon as their sod house was within sight, he began to sprint, shouting: "Aaka, Aapa! Airuŋa! Mother, Father! I have come home!" The parents came out from the house and could not believe their old eyes. Their only son had come home to them! With tears in their eyes, they began to run towards him, they hugged each other, crying and laughing at the same time, everyone talking all at once. They slowly started walking back towards the house. When they reached the house, the mother immediately brought out some food for their son to eat. As they sat down to eat, he explained everything that had happened to him.

"Human beings are lonely in our world because they live alone and they do not know about the gift of festival with singing and dancing. I was taken by an eagle family who had taken my older brothers before me but they refused to learn something new so they were killed by the Eagle Man. I promised to learn from them even thought I did not fully understand what song and dance meant. It is truly a wondrous gift, Aaka and Aapa! The old Eagle Mother showed me how to properly prepare for this feast called Kivgiq. She instructed me to show humans how to make drums and celebrate with song and dance. But first we must build a huge house called qarġi so that many people will be able to assemble. Then we will need to hunt for lots of animals to feed them all when we invite other human beings to come and celebrate. We will also need to make many gifts to give to the guests we will invite! I promised the eagle family that I would teach humans about this wondrous gift of song and dance, and I will do as I promised."

"But where are all these people coming from? Asked his Aapa.

"The old Eagle Mother told me that when the time comes and everything is ready, I will meet people two by two. They will be invited to celebrate Kivgiq with us." said the son.

The father and son immediately started making a huge qarġi, large enough to hold at least fifty people. The mother could not believe what she was witnessing as it began to go up each day. At last, the day came when it was completed. They found that it was much easier to hunt for ducks and geese from the top of the qarġi. The son went up inland to hunt for tutu; the father went down to the sea to hunt for sea mammals. The mother fished from the rivers and the sea. They prepared the meat and fish very carefully and put them away in their siġluaq. The mother was constantly busy sewing parkas, skin pants, maklaks and mittens to give away to their guests. She also made household items and fine pottery. The father and son were also very busy making drums, sleds, kayaks, and umiat, large skin boats. They made many other things such as nets and hunting implements. All the preparations took two winters before they were finally ready.

In the dead of winter, when the sun was just about to peek over the horizon, they decided it was time to hold their first Kivgiq. When all the hunting had been done, meat prepared, all their gifts were made, the young man went out to look for other people. He had never heard of people living other than his own parents. This land was a very harsh country. The winters were fiercely cold with no sign of the sun for two moons. The summers were short and cool. However, the animals were abundant and there was no fear of starvation. He was happy to be back with his parents and he was glad that they went along with the preparations. At first they had gone along with him to humor him but after the drums were made, and he showed them how to dance, they were really taken by it. They loved to compose songs, drum and dance. They were also eager to meet other people. The young hunter began to think about Eagle Mother and her son and wondered what they were doing. He was lost in his thoughts when suddenly he saw two people approaching. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not seeing a mirage. The two people came closer and were very friendly. They were dressed in all wolf clothing. He gave them directions as to where the qarġi was located and he went on to find more people. So there really are more people here! How excited he was! Not too long after, he came by and they were dressed in fox skins. There were others who came two by two, dressed in ground squirrel, wolverine, mountain sheep, polar bear and seals. He decided that he might have enough guests and walked back with the last couple.When all the invited guests were in the qarġi, the parents brought out all kinds of food. They feasted until they could eat no more. As the father drummed and sang songs, the son and his mother gave presents to all their invited guests. They were given splendid furs and all kinds of meat for them to take back home. They were impressed with all the gifts that were given to them by these three people. Next, the father took out the special Kalukaq drum, the box drum. The hollow sound was something they had never heard before. It was deeply resounding and loud! They were told that the sound was like the beating of the Eagle Mother's heart, who had shown the young hunter how to prepare for Kivgiq. The family performed a special dance for all of their guests, using the Kaluakaq drum, with songs especially composed for them. The people were ecstatic! They had never felt so much joy in all their lives. They had always worked, hunted and prepared for the harsh winter. When the long winters came, they became very lonely. Now this was something to look forward to. They danced and sang all night long and into the wee hours of the next day. The guests began to leave with joy in their hearts. As they bent down to go out the door, they crawled on their hands and knees and suddenly they were on all fours. They transformed back into their original beings. It was only then that the three realized that the people they had invited to the first Kivgiq were really animals who had transformed into human beings, dressed in their own skins. They were the special guests sent by the old Eagle Mother. In those days, so long ago, the power of festivity had given the animals the ability to transform into human beings and back into animal form again. They had joined mankind for a brief time to help bring Kivgiq into the world.

When the sun returned and the young man began to hunt for tutu again, he noticed a huge bird approaching him. It circled around him overhead for a while and then landed in front of him. The Eagle Man pushed his hood off and instantly became a man. They hugged in greeting and talked about the first Kivgiq. The young man was so excited because everything had gone so well. He reported that his parents had really enjoyed themselves and are already planning for the next one. First, they will need to hunt again and make more presents. It would probably take another couple of winters before the next one would be given. The Eagle Man told the young hunter that his Eagle Mother wished to see him. He, who had been brave enough to try a completely new idea, had to be thanked properly. The Eagle Man put his hood back on and the young hunter climbed on his back, held on to his neck and closed his eyes. Again, he heard the swishing noise of the wings. It was not long before they reached the top of the highest mountain.

The young hunter was indeed surprised to see that the Eagle Mother was walking around outside. She was no longer old and decrepit. She had actually grown younger! The Eagle Mother told him that she wanted to thank him personally for holding the first Kivgiq. She told him that whenever man holds a festival of song and dance, all old eagles become younger. The eagles had done their part in introducing the festival called Kivgiq where there is not only singing and dancing, but also gift exchange takes place without inhibitions of holding back. It is also a time when possessions are exchanges in trade between settlements. Most of all, it is a great gathering of people to see relatives and friends. It is a time to share, not only material goods but is also a time to share love and peace in the world. It is a legend that many hold to be true. It is a legend that sets the setting of the great trade fairs that originated in the ancient times…. aipanni, since the time, immemorial.

Peace and blessings

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Cold days in Atqasuk

Grace and greetings.

This past weekend I spent in the village Atqasuk, which is about 50 miles southwest of Barrow. I left Barrow at four PM and it was cold, about 28 below with a wind chill of -52. When we arrived at Atqasuk, it was -40 degrees, and I could feel the difference instantly. Like Wainwright, it was just a airfield, no building or desk to sign in or out of, pick up your luggage right out of the belly of the four seat plane.

A member of the community gave me a ride into town, about a half mile, as if I was being expected. (They knew I was coming, just not sure which flight). He took me to a member's house, which surprised me because I was expecting to stay in the small apartment attached to the church. I was treated to wonderful tutu (caribou) soup and freshly made bread.

The next morning was even colder, and there was only about nine of us in the chapel for the morning service. I came as a representative of the Presbytery of Yukon to ordain two new Session elders, since they did not have an ordained minister there. That evening had another wonderful dinner of different tutu soups and again fresh bread. Then there was the cold walk back to the chapel, (on right), for the evening service that went very well. We all went home to listen to the Sunday Night Radio show from the church in Barrow.

The next morning was greeted with another -40 below, but a beautiful clear sun rise, (picture above on left). As I was getting ready to fly out when we heard through the radio that the weather in Barrow was even colder, -50 degrees with ice fog. I contacted the airline to find out that ALL flights were on hold. Then I decided to walk around the village and get a few pictures, but after a few minutes, the cold sucked all the power out of the camera battery. The last picture I was able to take was of the chapel, so I made my way back home quickly. Instead of flying out at noon, at two, I finally heard that a plane was going to land at any moment. But the pilot felt that it was too cold, so went back to Barrow. Then at three, another plane came to pick some of us up. I got home before they cancelled other flights that evening. The picture below was one of the pictures showing the sight throughout the North Slope: flat land reaching out into the horizon.
Today is my daughter, Jacquelyn's 26th birthday. While I was working on this blog, there were fireworks going on outside in celebration of Kivgiq (The Messengers Feast), but I will explain about that later. I took the time to watch the fireworks tonight. We only have fireworks a few nights a year, mainly New Year's Eve and special events like Kivgiq. Usually I would not take that much notice of the fireworks, but I decided that up here you need to enjoy the very simple things of life, especially the wonderment of explosions in the sky. The nice thing about the fireworks here, is that they can only be shot off during the winter due to the dark. Since they are usually launched from the lagoon just out side our house, we can watch them from the warmth and comfort of our house. To see what we would see, check out the picture with the January 2, 2009 blog. I watched them thinking of Jacquelyn, hoping that she was enjoying the fireworks several thousand mile away.

May you enjoy your simple things of life too.

Peace and blessings.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Inconvenient Truth

Grace and greetings.

I finally saw the movie, "An Inconvenient Truth" with Al Gore and all. It is a very compelling argument for where we are headed as far as the environment is concerned.

I am not sure where most people stand, I am sure that most are very concerned what is happening. I have commented through this blog as the the changes happening here in the Arctic that we can witness.

It is a fact that the ice is melting sooner in the year, and the open water is still around later and later each year. The air temperature is also rising here. Though we have severe cold, it is not lasting as long as it has in the past. Instead of sub -20 below weather for several months, now it is only for two maybe three months.

February is usually the coldest month, not only for the temperature, but also psychologically as well. The sun has returned, and our minds expect things to get warmer, but instead it still takes several weeks before it finally happens.

If you have not had a chance to see the movie, "An Inconvenient Truth", I recommend that you see it. Then after it is all said and done, you can act upon the information or not. For me, I am going to be aware, trying to do my small part.

Peace and blessings.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Grumpy Old People

Grace and greetings.

As we are getting ready for the Super Bowl to begin, I am sharing my meditation from this evening's service. I pray that it will open your heart and spirit.

Grumpy Old Men
Mark 1.21-28

This past week, I received an email from an old friend; it was one of those emails that I am supposed to send on to others to share. Instead, I want to share it tonight with you. The email was called, “Grumpy Old Men,” and I am going to paraphrase the email, including the following poem. The story starts out with an unnamed or even unknown elderly man has passed on, and a nurse is going through the pockets of his pants so they could identify him. But all she found was a poem…and I am shortening the poem for space and time…

To the one who cares for me,
You wash me without looking,
You feed me without seeing,
You clean up after me without comment,
But do you see me…

I am the boy of ten waiting for my father
To come home from work so I can tell him of my day.

I am a young man of 18, nervous to ask someone out on a date.

I am the man, standing before my bride
On our special day of dreams and expectations.

I am the man, 30 years of age,
Trying to care for my family as
My own children grow up before my eyes.

I am the man, 50 year old,
Worried about saving for retirement,
Watching my children start out on their own,
Leaving my wife and I alone

I am the man at 60
Children once again are at my feet
Toys spread around to trip over.

I am older now,
Tired and alone
My wife has died,
My children have families and lives of their own

What happened to all my dreams?
What happened to my energy?
My body has failed me.
My mind can no longer do what I command.

I sit here before you,
Old before my time,
Open your eyes
Look into mine
And see me…

Of course the original poem is longer and greater detail, but that is the main theme that I want to share. The email goes on to remind us that all too soon, we too will be that grumpy old man.

We all know grumpy old men AND women, we see them today without the dreams and experiences that has shaped them as the people they are today. Some of the grumpy people we just write off, and say they are that, but there is a reason for the person they are today.

But what does all this have to do with this evening’s scripture reading of Mark? Sometimes we look at grumpy old people as if they too had a demon in them, making them angry and bitter all the time. Sometimes we just write it off as that they are old, therefore they are grumpy. We all wrestle with our demons at times, whether it is constant pain; depression; worry; addictions to drugs, alcohol or gambling. But just as Jesus was able to see into the heart of the person who stood up, and challenged Jesus, then healed him; so too we are able to look into the eyes of the elderly, and see their hopes and dreams; their joys and pains; and OUR hearts as well as their hearts are healed, as we open it up to others. As we allow the healing of our hearts, we are able to look into the eyes of the elderly, and see them for who they are as well.

Just as in the parable of the Good Samaritan, we no longer have to treat one another as the priest did to the one left on the side of the road by walking on the other side of the road. The elder too will be healed, as we continue to treat and love one another as Christ continues to show and command, and not walk by us as well. With the healing of our hearts and eyes, we will see each other in different light; we will know each other with grace and love, to live as the true body of Christ.

May the healing power of Christ begin with each and every one of us, so we can spread the gift of healing and love. Alleluia and Amen.

Peace and blessings.