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Who Will Go For Us?

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Here I Am Send Me The Bishop came to visit us during the last year of Seminary training with the Question “Who will go for us?” He was referring to a small community north of the 53 parallel in Manitoba. The time was back in 1972 when roads were just being built up from rough logging roads through the muskeg. This was going to be our first parish experience. I was excited about responding to this appointment, but Shirley had strong reservations which she kept to herself. It would be years later that I would discover she knew all kinds of wild stories about our community of destination which had a reputation cognisant of stories out of the wild west. It even came complete with a Silver Dollar Saloon! No wonder she paled as we drove north on a single lane, rutted, slimy road and came upon a huge sign painted on the rocks which said “Go home you fools!” In anticipation of our coming, the Diocese had arranged for a double wide mobile home to be delivered. Indeed the company did just that and dropped it in the soft muskeg ground and hit for the south, leaving the consequences of this short cut behind. When we arrived, the home was surrounded by water and had begun to sink into the ground. It had not been properly bolted together so there was an ever increasing gap developing down the middle of the whole length of the mobile. The people who had delivered the home had filled in the gaps with duct tape! We were

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