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She came to Canada by steamship as a young woman in 1958 with a four-day train ride from Halifax to Vancouver as her introduction to Canada. Vancouver offered the beauty of the ocean, along with the comfort of the mountains that reminder her of her home in Italy. She married, raised a family, and lived in Kitsilano where she was known for her garden and flowers, which she carefully tended until just weeks before her passing.
Gina Antonioni July 26, 1936 to October 30, 2013
She was a supporter, a volunteer, and active participant at the Italian Cultural Centre and Villa Carital until her illness would no longer allow her to help. Through her work, at Arbutus Manor for many years, and involvement in various clubs and groups, including Catholic League of Women (CWL) and the Circolo Trentino, she had built a large and varied group of friends.
Catholic League of Women
The Easter candle is lit at baptism and lighted again upon death. “In dying we are born to eternal life.”
We do not live to ourselves, and we do not die to ourselves. If we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord; then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s. For to this end Christ died and lived again, so that he might be Lord of both the dead and the living. ~ Romans 14
The spring rains did not come and the summer heat was worse than it had ever been. All the fields in the area were parched, dusty, and brown. Our livelihood, our way of life, was wilting away. Most mornings we would search the sky for any sign of relief, for a hint of rain on the horizon. Days turned into arid weeks and soon became months. Everywhere faithful people prayed.
The ministers, priest and rabbi of our local churches announced that there would be a special service to pray for rain on the following Saturday. They asked that everyone bring an object of their faith. So come Saturday morning we all gathered in the town square. People came with anxious faces and hopeful hearts. Looking around you could see the Bibles, Book of Prayers, crosses, crucifixes, pictures of Jesus – and you could tell the Catholic because of their rosaries.
And so we prayed. We prayed a mighty prayer of praises for God, praises for His divine protection, and petitions for rain. We sang, prayed some more, and heard the minister proclaim our faith in Jesus. And then we prayed some more. Just as the hour of prayer was concluding, and as if by some divine cue, a soft rain began to fall. Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high in gratitude and praise. The Pentecostals were shouting out their Hallelujahs with arms raised in ecstasy. The Catholics even got excited and were waving their rosaries, whipping them around in a frenzy.
But one symbol of faith seemed to overshadow all the others; one person had brought an umbrella.
Special birthday pilgrimage to receive blessings on my 50th birthday in Vatican, Rome, Italy.
Let us pray then, with all fervour for this peace which our Divine redeemer came to bring us.
May he banish from the souls of all people whatever might endanger peace.
May he transform all people into witnesses of truth, justice and brotherly love.
May he illumine with his light the minds of rulers, so that, besides caring for the proper material welfare of their peoples, they may also guarantee them the fairest gift of peace.
Pacem in Terris
How does the Lord want to transform me into a ‘witness’?
Can I be open to this as I ponder God’s Word today?
As we long for peace we remember our brothers and sisters of all faiths – and none – who share our longings.
Prayer of St Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred let me sow love.
Where there is injury; pardon.
Where there is doubt; faith.
Where there is despair; hope.
Where there is darkness; light.
Where there is sadness; joy.
This sequence of prayer was offered in the early days of Sacred Space and has remained online since. There is always a call to us to pray for the world, bringing its changing needs before God.
You are welcome to offer your thoughts on these prayers here.
I am drawn to the moon, the sun, the sky, the star Mother Earth a home for all sentient beings Brother Wind blows the clouds from the sky Sister Water quenches the parched ground Brother Fire lights the WayCall me a New Ager This is how I started following Brother Sun, Sister MoonBrother Sun And Sister Moon I seldom see you Seldom hear your tune Preoccupied With selfish miseryBrother Wind And Sister Air Open my eyes To visions pure and fair That I may see The glory around meI am God’s creature Of him I am part I feel his love Awakening my heartBrother Sun And Sister Moon I now do see you I can hear your tune So much in love With all that I surveyI am God’s creature Of him I am part I feel his love Awakening my heartBrother Sun And Sister Moon I now do see you I can hear your tune So much in love With all that I survey
The monthly Peace Challenge for the month of March 2013 is about Marching Towards Forgiveness.Forgiveness is just a not a word for me. I can only forgive through action. I can think about it, I can meditate about, I can wish about it; none of these would work for me. I can only show it. And here is a great story about forgiveness.As John Paul II took the hand of his would-be-assassin, he showed us that a Christian must forgive his enemies, even when they do not want forgiveness.One of the bullets that struck John Paul II remains in the crown of the statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary at Fatima, Portugal.By Brother Randall J. Meissen, LC 4/27/2011 JohnPaulMoments.com (johnpaulmoments.com)ROME, Italy (John Paul Moments) – On December 27, 1983, as John Paul II sat in a bare, whitewashed jail cell of Rome’s Rebibbia prison, he was unprepared for the question voiced by an unshaven prisoner to his side, “So why aren’t you dead?”Why aren’t you dead?Death had appeared all but certain to bystanders when three bullets fired by Turkish gunman Mehmet Ali Agca tore through the pope’s flesh on May 13, 1981, staining the pope’s white cassock with deathly scarlet.Ali Agca was a professional assassin, he had aimed at close range, and he had aimed well. But somehow, the bullets missed lethal targets, one grazing the pope’s right elbow, and another deflecting off his left index finger before passing through his abdomen, a fraction of an inch from a major artery.By John Paul II’s assessment, “It was a mother’s hand that guided the bullet’s path,” and permitted that “the dying Pope. stopped on the threshold of death.” The assassination attempt had taken place on the feast of Our Lady of Fatima, and the pope had no doubt that his survival was due to the intervention of the Blessed Virgin Mary. In gratitude, the Pope gave one of the deadly bullets to the bishop in charge of the shrine at Fatima, Portugal. To this day, that bullet remains in the crown of the statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary housed at that shrine.However, as John Paul II sat at the side of his would-be-assassin, Ali Agca expressed fears that this Lady of Fatima might come after him next. The pope stated the contrary; he himself had come to forgive, not to harm. But Ali Agca did not ask for forgiveness. Thus, as the pope took the hand of the gunman, he showed us that a Christian must forgive his enemies, even when they do not want forgiveness.
As part of human process, there are times it’s difficult to have an inward peaceful disposition. If that is the case, for me, I look up to others and listen to what they are communicating to me.I listened to JFK’s famous Inaugural Address. It was on this day, January 20, 1961. And I quote “And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country.” courtesy of Britannica. To hear it, click on JFK delivering his inaugural Address.This speech is equally applicable to all nations, not just USA.I played this over and over to truly deeply understand based on my upbringing and personal belief. I zeroed in on words that are meaningful to me:
Prophet summons us
Call to Service
For all mankind
Rejoicing in hope, patience and tribulation
And I translate these to: God Calls me to be of Service For All Mankind. Rejoicing in hope with patience even in times of tribulation.With this in mind, I part you with a Peace Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi. He was just a man whom the Prophet Called him to be of Service for All Mankind, always rejoicing the Glory of God.