On Saturday
the 18th of April, 2015, as I stood watching the communion of my
grandson, I began to think about how my Canada had changed, going from
religious and cultural intolerance in the early part of the 20th
century to being the leaders in human rights, compassion and a home to the down
trodden by the latter part of the century, only to be thrust back in time some one
hundred years in first part of the 21st century.
You would be
hard pressed to find me sitting in a pew on Sunday’s but that does not mean
that I don’t believe or have a religion based upbringing, it simply means I am
disillusioned with my government and those who claim to be “religious”.
Having grown
up in a mixed religious environment, dad and his family were Catholics while
mom’s family were Evangelical Protestant, we attended Bethany Presbyterian,
what was then the remnants of the French Protestant Evangelical movement in
Quebec. My great great grandfather Basile Piche converted to Protestantism in
1850 and was instrumental in the French Protestant movement in Quebec. The
Piche family along with Madam Feller established missionary schools in Point
aux Tremble and Grande Linge, Quebec.
Both schools
were run as boarding schools and catered to Catholic and Protestant children. In
the 1919 paper sent home with students of Point aux Trembles Missionary School there
is a paragraph that stands out as being inflammatory which explains the
eventual failure of the movement.
That paragraph
reads in part….
“The Roman Catholic students, over one
hundred in number, follow the religious course of the school. At first they may
not give their full attention to it, but the teaching is so directed as to show
the points common to both Protestants and Catholics. Soon a great interest is
manifested, questions are asked, the Bible is studied, verses are committed to
memory and Roman Catholics are asking for enlightenment.”
That was
1919, and as time passed and the population of Canada grew its people became
more accepting and more tolerant, laws were enacted to protect and educate the
general public. With this new found tolerance came a wave of immigration and
new religions many Canadians, those who were second, third and fourth
generation, reverted back to the old ways of intolerance to these new Canadians
but our government once again stepped up and made it clear that we, as a
people, were to work together for the betterment of the whole country.
Dad’s first
wife died shortly after giving birth to a girl and not long after he met mom
fell in love and asked her to marry him. Because of their religious differences
they decided to elope. They married, however neither had the courage to tell
their families so after the wedding they each went to their own home. This was
1942 and there was little religious tolerance between Catholic and Protestant
let alone an Evangelical Protestant family hell bent “to give to the youth of Quebec a knowledge of the pure gospel of Jesus
Christ”.
To compound
matters dad was a single father so when they decided to tell their families
they were in love and wanted to marry, yes they left out the part of already
being married, so when both families accepted their love for each other wedding
plans were quickly made, a date was set, on that auspicious day the family
gathered for the grand union, but not all would go smoothly, as they stood at
the altar the minister asked “does anyone
know why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony” a woman in back,
who had also been in church February 14th 1942, the date of their
first marriage, spoke up saying “they are
already married”.
Dad, being
the dutiful husband decided to bring his daughter up in the Protestant faith
despite her having been baptized Catholic. He sang in the choir at Bethany and
played Santa at Christmas becoming an integral part of church life.
As I am
typing this I am reminded of the time he told me that the Catholic Church has a
saying “Give me a child until they are eight,
and they will be mine forever”. I believe that to this day. It didn’t dawn
on me at the time but he was nearing the end of his life and shortly after he
passed away my mother told me a family friend had quietly taken him to
confession, this was 1987 and he had not been to confession since marrying mom
in 1942, he was a good man but not without fault, they likely had to change
priests several times during his confession of living forty-five years as a guilt
free Protestant.
His
daughter, my sister, was raised in the Presbyterian Church alongside me, when
she married she returned to the Catholic faith and at one point she decided to
join the Pentecostal church latter returning to the Catholic Church.
Our entire
family, dad’s eight brothers and sisters and mom’s family were all tolerant and
accepting of others, it was a family trait rather than a religious based belief
and I am thankful for that. My wife and I have tried to instill that belief in
our four children.
The thing
people of differing religions must realized is that whether they are Sikh,
Hindu, Muslim Catholic, Hebrew or Protestant is that we all believe in a higher
being and have hopes of one day meeting in the afterlife.
Compassion,
tolerance and respect for others should not require legislation however when they
become a subliminal message from ones government and the electorate fails to
protect society from these acts it is inevitable that there is a loss or
respect for one another and a distrust of the government.
Lovely and as it should be. Thanks for sharing this with us.
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