The Parallel Parliament

Glen Pearson

Posts tagged “forgiveness

Hope Will Return

Posted on March 4, 2018

Spring is coming, and with it the annual sense of renewal – for us and the world.  The problem is that we all too frequently look at what’s going on around us and don’t like much of what we see – poverty, selfishness, rampant consumerism, a distant government, even a frustrating dysfunction in our own communities. In his book The Art of the Impossible, Vaclav Havel makes some telling observations on where the true fault lies for much of our collective malaise.  In a word, it is us.  We all too frequently accept the troubled world as it is, waiting for others to solve our problems, instead of understanding that we are the present world’s caretakers and bear much responsibility for the current troubles.…

The Thaw

Posted on June 23, 2016

WE QUIETLY WORKED OUR WAY ACROSS THE ALEXANDRA BRIDGE this week in the stillness of a beautiful summer morning at 3:45 a.m. Nothing was happening. Few cars crossed the span, but that was it – everything else was just the swirling sound of the Ottawa River. But as we drew closer to the Museum of History on the Quebec side, across from Parliament, we heard a quiet stirring of voices on the shoreline just below the museum itself. These were the folks Jane and I had come to find. It was almost impossible to detect the identities of those quietly shuffling around on the grass – sunrise was still an hour off. Most were quiet, but all knew their purpose for their meeting. This was…

Be It Resolved

Posted on December 31, 2013

New Years doesn’t quite retain the deeper cultural meanings it used to possess years ago, but it still carries quite a punch.  Growing up in Edinburgh, Scotland, some of my most vivid memories swirl around New Years Eve, the gathering of family and friends, community celebrations, and, of course, the singing of Auld Lang Syne.  There was a depth of humanity to its words that transcended the moment.  But there was a restrained sadness in its singing, a kind of brooding acknowledgement that the arrival of a new year meant having to deal with some of the more difficult realities of the one just expired. The words “Auld Lang Syne” could literally be translated as “old long since” and spoke of the passing of…

Dousing the Flame – A Sunday Read

Posted on March 14, 2010

It was 35 years ago and I had just started as a junior firefighter. Our engine pulled up in front of a raging housefire – the first of my 30-year career. Rushing up with my gear towards the inferno, I tried to remember everything I’d been taught in training. Sensing my mild confusion, an old veteran put his hand on my shoulder and said: “Son, don’t worry about it. Just put the wet stuff on the hot stuff.” I never forgot it. This week, Heather Pham offered the same advice in a more human sense to a community in full grief following the slaying of an OPP police officer. What she said and the way she said it will never be forgotten by all…

  

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