Archive for May, 2015

Celebration for Archbishop Oscar Romero

Sunday, May 31st, 2015

On May 24, 2015 a celebration was held to honour the life and beatification of Oscar Romero, Archbishop of San Salvador, who was murdered in 1980.

The celebration was organized by the parish of San Esteban of the Anglican Archdiocese of Toronto and was held in Holy Trinity Anglican Church, 19 Trinity Square. The program included scripture, poetry, music and expressions of gratitude for the life of Oscar Romero and his commitment to justice for all people especially the poor and oppressed.

As one of the speakers stated, Monsignor Romero now belongs not only to all the people of El Salvador but to the world. Those present at the celebration represented the many around the world who are inspired, encouraged and strengthened in their commitment to justice by the life and death and now the beatification of Archbishop Oscar Romero.

Submitted by: Sister Frances Brady,olm

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An Invitation from Scarboro Missions

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015

Mother’s Day Memories May 10, 2015

Friday, May 8th, 2015

We longed for a family; my husband John and I were married in our mid twenties, and by the time we reached our early thirties I wondered if parenthood was meant to be.  We spent countless hours wondering, yearning, and praying.

Then we met Irina, an enthusiastic and supportive adoption worker with connections in the former Soviet Union.  With her help and support of family and friends, we embarked on a seemingly endless adventure of international adoption.  Eventually we inched closer and closer to our dream of parenthood – motherhood seemed like it was a possibility after all…could it be?

 We were matched with an 8 month old baby boy living in a Siberian orphanage.  It was an instant love story.  But government delays and new Russian legislation brought the process to a sudden, grinding halt.  We agonized for months as our son-to-be remained in legal limbo.  Our dream of family was within reach, but so remote at the same time.

 As the months passed and our mountain of paperwork approached expiry, Irina identified a 3 month old baby girl living in foster care in the Republic of Georgia.  We already had government approvals, but the Russian legislation that blocked our first match did not apply in Georgia.  Finally!  We made immediate travel plans and finalized the adoption of our first child, Elizabeth Ann Mary.

 I’ll never forget meeting our baby daughter.  We reached T’bilisi after two days of exhausting travel, and the caregivers handed me this swaddled, bundle.  There she was, this tiny, beautiful baby girl with enormous brown eyes.  And she was meant for me.  She was our daughter.  It was late November of 1995.  The Georgian air was warm and we enjoyed a cool, light breeze.  And we were parents.  The joy and thrill of those moments are etched in our memory permanently.  She was ours.

When we returned home, we continued to think of our to-be son and wondered about his whereabouts and his future.  As we prepared for Christmas, our phone rang, and Irina with cautious excitement explained that the moratorium blocking the adoption of our little boy had been lifted!  The process could continue!  We were to be parents again and within months, our son Matthew Joseph, our second adoption but our oldest child, came home to Canada!  He had red hair and brown eyes, and he was already walking…. and he too was ours!

 Those early days of motherhood were a combined state of exhaustion and exhilaration at the same time.  When Matthew came home he was 16 months old, and by then Elizabeth was 7 months.  We were the parents of two, and they were only 9 months apart!  They shared a bedroom so we could move from crib to crib catering to their needs, and although they certainly were not twins, it felt like they were!

 But we knew our family was still not complete.  As Matthew and Elizabeth grew and thrived, we made plans for a third adoption.  Again with Irina’s help we met Catherine, also in foster care in Georgia, and we welcomed her into our family in 2000.  She too had enormous dark eyes, like her sister, and she had a full head of curly brown hair.  When we travelled to meet her we felt as though we had returned to the love and support of distant family – she was in the care of the same foster parents that had cared for Elizabeth.  We felt like our Georgian family had been caring for her all along, and now, she too was ours!

 With three children now aged 21, 20 and 15, we have spent countless hours at soccer fields, dance recitals, hockey games, and music lessons.  Of course we’ve had plenty of angst as the childhood years gave way to the dreaded teens, and the usual struggles for independence.  But our oldest two are now half way through university, and our youngest is finishing her first year of high school.   We will continue to have struggles and arguments and conflict, like all families do.  But we have love, and we love each other immensely.  We are truly privileged to be a family.  I am truly privileged to be a mother.  God had been very good to us.

Written by: Margaret Peco

 

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