In the early 70's I was on the Program Staff at Naramata.... a 2 year contract. There was no Union and since they called people, if they were Ordered Ministry, I see that things have changed quite drastically. They have built many things, like the labyrinth, the chapel. Things were somewhat simpler then and church was still in vogue.
I was there when Jean Vanier came to speak... that was an amazing time. Such depth in his faith filled the space.... crowded you could hear a pin drop. He never raised his voice, but was energy. A man of God and still is. When he left via the aisle I was sitting next to, he gazed momentarily into my eyes... I felt seen, and felt a warmth deep inside. It hurt a bit while it also drew me in. Of course the few seconds took me by surprise.. God can do that through someone else. He was at ease with himself and his message of loving others who are marginalized.
I suppose that was the top memory I have of my time there, though I have many other memories. I loved the mountains, lakes and valleys. Also figured I would retire out there, but of course, it was a dream that never was realized. Back in Ontario I was settled and life went on... and still does.
The season of Advent is on and music is lively and contains Christmas songs, carols, so far I've had no troubled looks from a Merry Christmas greeting. Happy Holidays...is as good. 'Holiday' comes from a word meaning Holy Day. I once looked it up and sure enough, it can serve as a holy greeting, whether known or not.