June 9, 2026
from Deacon Joanne Warman
Who has a favourite season? I am guessing that if we were to take a poll, there would be a variety of answers. For me it is summer. I am one of those lucky people who is not bothered by the heat. When I was a child, summer meant time off school and because I was a child before video games, playing outside all day long, going to the park and running through the sprinkler. It meant swings, slides and kool-aid.
Even though summer remains my favourite, I am happy to live in a country with four seasons. Spring brings that promise of new life with flowers popping up, Fall brings crisp apples, sweater weather, and harvest moons, winter brings colourful lights, Christmas carols, and blankets of snow.
Our Christian lives have different seasons too. I am guessing our favourite season is when everything is going well, we have no problems praying and all is well in our own little world. Then, we have those seasons when everything is not good – loss of a loved one, job, or any number of things. In this season, sometimes it is hard to pray.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 addresses these seasons:
1 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
2 a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
3 a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away;
7 a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 a time to love, and a time to hate;
Yes, we all prefer the joyful seasons of our lives but as you enjoy this summer, keep that joy in your heart and when winter comes, smile and remember it only a season, it doesn’t last forever.
In the “Winter Seasons” remember that the God who was with you in Summer is the same God who is with you in Winter. He always listens even when we don’t seem to have the words. Lean on Him and let Him give you strength.
Prayer:
O God, in the course of this busy life give us times of refreshment and peace and grant that we may so use our leisure to rebuild our bodies and renew our minds, that our spirits may be opened to the goodness of your creation; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
– BAS pg. 679
Celebrating Communion every week has not always been the custom in the Anglican Church. Going to church as a child meant sitting through Morning Prayer from the Book of Common Prayer. Since there was no Sunday school at our church, it was less than engaging to a small person (although the hymns were okay). “Communion” was something adults did, maybe once a month. Children were not invited. However, on one occasion I attended a Mothers’ Union communion service with my Mum. While she and the other woman took communion in the Lady Chapel, I sat alone in the pews with a handbag my Nana had given me, containing a few things to keep me amused. I was so excited to leave when the ladies were done, that I inadvertently left the bag behind. (I’m embarrassed to say that the verger knew it had to be mine, because it contained my much-loved cowboy gun!)
Every four years the FIFA Men’s World Cup captures the attention of billions of people across nations, languages, and cultures. Every four years it completely occupies the energy and attention of this particular writer. Footy coverage is always on for me. (Indeed, as I type this, I’m watching Belgium-Egypt, and still buzzing about Cabo Verde’s Cup debut earlier in the day.)
As we watch athletes represent their countries, we are reminded of the rich diversity of God’s human family. In our prayers, we can give thanks for the gifts of teamwork, perseverance, fitness and friendship that sport can foster. We can pray for peace among nations and for relationships that transcend political and cultural divisions. We can pray that competition remains respectful, that rivalries do not become sources of hatred, and that participants and supporters commit to respect, dignity and safety for all involved.
With these tensions in mind, let me direct your attention also to the story of the Homeless World Cup (HWC). I first learned about it by reading Dave Bidini’s wonderful non-fiction book,