The Peace of Forgiveness.

I feel like a phoney writing this blog about forgiveness, to be honest. It is something I am not very good at and am still learning about everyday (every hour…). However, the word forgiveness has been following me around this week. It started as a stranger sitting awkwardly next to me on a park bench whom I was trying to avoid. Then it started following me around quite hard to ignore. It finally tapped me on the shoulder, like “Hey! I’m here! And I need you to pay attention.” So here I am, trying to pay attention.

I learn a lot of lessons from my community and friends at The Dale – that lesson most recently being forgiveness. Last week there was a potential for two of our community members to be in messy conflict. I was anxious, waiting for the worst, but praying for a miracle. And it happened. Long story short – on Sunday at church after working through the details of what they needed, they shook hands and forgave each other. It was a literally, “I forgive you” said out loud on both sides. Shortly after, another community member offered a peace offering to a friend he had a disagreement with earlier in the week. Two amazing miracles in the span of a few minutes.

Yesterday I helped facilitate our bible study. We always eat together before hand at St Francis Table for a dollar. I sat with some Dale friends and we ended up talking about marriage and how it can be really hard. We also talked about forgiveness and I admitted that it can be really hard for me to learn, especially in marriage. Then we went into bible study and read the end of John, when Jesus sees his disciples for the first time after His resurrection. We talked about how the disciples ran back to Jesus, and that he greeted them with Peace, even Simon Peter who had betrayed Jesus days earlier.

I was taking all of these things and thinking them over and praying about them in my heart. I was amazed at how forgiveness kept showing up this week, over and over again. Then I realized that God was teaching me a lesson about my own self. Being a wife can be really hard and being in a marriage takes a lot of strength and courage. It also takes sacrifice. As all couples do, Ian and I go through periods where we argue what feels like more often then not in a week. This is really exhausting, and I find myself wanting to be right, rather than to say sorry and forgive. One night this week after we had worked out a disagreement, I remember we actually said out loud to each other, “I forgive you,” and it felt like a weight was gone. That is the power of forgiveness.

I am still learning about this. I am still trying really hard to say sorry, even when I want to say that I’m right. And I am learning what it means to feel peace about forgiveness. It is really powerful, and I am grateful that God uses my friends at The Dale to teach me powerful lessons. May you know the power and peace of forgiveness this week, whether that be with your self or with someone else.


It would mean so much to me if you were able to partner financially with The Dale to support my role within this ministry. There are a number of ways to do this, including CanadaHelps, PAR, or cheque. Please reach out to me if you would like more information on partnering with me in this way. Thanks for your support!

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A Letter 3.0

As I was coming up on my Dale-aversary this year, one of the first things that came to mind was my blog and this tradition that I kind of stumbled into doing – that is writing myself a letter every year that I’ve been at the Dale. The first letter of course was more of an encouragement to myself at a time of inner turmoil, a time of intense change, and a time of new beginnings. The second letter was different in that it was more of an, “I did it!” letter, acknowledging that I had made it through the years ups and downs. I could not believe that it was time again to write another letter to myself, marking a full year that has come and gone again. So hey, this is as much to you all as it is to me. Thanks for visiting me here and reading my thoughts, hopes, laments, and all in between. Thanks for the support – prayerfully, financially, friendship-ly 🙂 and otherwise. You are so appreciated.


Dear Me,

Happy Two Years at the Dale! It seems like time is surely flying by now. So much so that you thought it was your three year anniversary instead of two! I have to say that writing this letter feels lighter this year, and more confident. That does not mean that things are always great for you, but I think it means you are learning how to hold things in a new way – a way that allows for more grace for yourself.

A year is a long time. You have had some time now to really dive deeper. You are learning about people, and them about you. I am really proud of you. This relational work is never finished, but you are taking the time. You do not always flinch at the sound of a yell if you know the voice, as it seems easier to walk over and calm it. That takes a lot of knowing in many ways. Knowing that things will be alright, knowing that it’s okay to be afraid but that God walks with you literally in all things, knowing the voices of your friends, and knowing that they are full of the same feelings you have and that you are capable of learning from and helping each other.

I think this year is the year you learn that you are you – a Meagan like no other. You have your own gifts, hardships, love to give, voice to speak with, time to give. You are on a team of powerful, strong, loving women and you each bring something to the table that is different, and that is a good thing. That it is okay if you aren’t walking the same pace as everyone else – sometimes it feels like you are moving very slowly. But that is movement and it is your own. Remember to keep trying new things! You can do hard things!

This year was hard like the others but in it’s own way. There were times you doubted yourself, your abilities, how fast you were fundraising. Be grateful for your team. They have been there for you through the many things this job and this life have tossed your way. Be thankful for their encouragement and support, the way they see things in you that you don’t see, the way they listen and love. There are no two others like Erinn and Jo.

Be thankful for your community! People are trusting you. You are learning to speak to them in new ways. You are learning respect and love for each other. That takes time and effort on both parts. Remember the hard times with people and the mud it seemed you had to walk through, and remember the good times. There were celebrations and mourning, joy and sorrow, life and death, and a variety of in-betweens. They care for you as you care for them – be glad.

Thank you, God for this new year. Thank you for the year gone by. Thank you for teaching me new things about myself. Thank you for my Dale friends who love fiercely. Thank you for Erinn and Jo, my team. Thank you for walking with me and showing me the way.

And thank you, friends and support network for praying for me, blessing me, caring for me, and walking this journey with me.

Here’s to another year at The Dale! May we continue to learn together.

Love,

Me


It would mean so much to me if you were able to partner financially with The Dale to support my role within this ministry. There are a number of ways to do this, including CanadaHelps, PAR, or cheque. Please reach out to me if you would like more information on partnering with me in this way. Thanks for your support!

That Was Paul.

I never believed that Paul Sterns would die.

Paul was a friend of mine, a member of the Sanctuary community that I belong to. Paul was very open about his journey and his health, and I was blessed to know him and his story. He had cancer that was diagnosed a number of years ago. He sought treatment and for a time it was mostly successful until recently when the cancer came back with a vengeance, attacking his physical heart. Paul died peacefully in his sleep on the morning of April 6th, days after his birthday.

His illness is only a sliver of his story, but in a way it was what brought us together. When I was working at Sanctuary a couple of years ago, I came to know Paul. I don’t remember our first conversation, or how it all began. All I know was that suddenly Paul was my friend. I think it was like that for many people he knew. I say his illness brought us together because I got to know Paul by our visits in the hospital while he was getting his chemo. I would arrive usually early, before work, and we would chat while he got his blood work done, waited for the nurse to put the IV in, waited for the chemo to be hooked up, and while it was streaming into his body, trying to undo the cancer that was slowly killing him. I would sit for however long I had, usually with a few others that came around to visit (he was popular), and leave him there to eventually get to work. Paul was always grateful, whether I only had 5 minutes or whether I had two hours. Most recently, Paul would refer to me as the daughter he never had (and never wanted *chuckle*). I know there were many of us at Sanctuary who he lovingly thought of us daughters – as family. I was honored.

Paul.

The hardest part of a memorial for me is walking in. I am struck by the finality of what is about to happen. I walked into Paul’s memorial on Monday not believing that it had come. Paul was given a couple of weeks to live a few days before he died. To say that timeline was off was an understatement. He died two days later. I am so grateful that I made it home from my trip to visit him one last time on Friday. He died the next morning. To be honest, I don’t remember what I said to Paul. I remember joking with him as always. I remember there being a few of us there with him. I remember him talking about his death. And I really don’t think I said goodbye – a real goodbye. I didn’t think that would be the last time I ever saw my friend Paul on this earth. I hope he knows that when I said, “See you later” hoping that it would be Sunday, that it would translate to more of a metaphorical see you later.  I can’t wait to see Paul again one day.

Paul’s memorial was filled with his friends and family. People shared stories of his life, his journey (the good and the hard), funny memories, and things that he did along the way. I was struck by how many of these stories ended with, “and that was Paul.” That was Paul indeed. He was funny, charming, kind, generous, inappropriate, rude, endearing, smart, weird, talented, hardworking, and a hundred other things. He was a good friend. Our pastor Greg said that when he visited Paul the day before he died, he asked if he could pray for Paul. He did, and then Paul ended up praying too which he hardly ever did, at least out loud. But he prayed to God, and he prayed for all of us. He didn’t pray for himself and his body that was slowly letting go. He didn’t pray that he would go peacefully. He prayed for his friends and family. He prayed for each one of us. That was Paul.

I don’t know if I will ever believe that Paul is dead. I see him already in strangers, which often happens when a friend from my community passes away. I see glimpses of him and know he’s around. I know he’s not in pain, and I know I will see him again one day. But that doesn’t make it easy. I long to sit once more with Paul. I long to hear one more joke, tell one more story, see one more sheepish smile. I will miss Paul for a long time.

There are a hundred things I want to say. A hundred more stories and a hundred more wishes. When I helped carry Paul’s body out of the building on Monday with a group of his closest lady friends (which is exactly what he wanted), I felt honored to be a part of his journey – his journey in this life and his journey to get him Home. I was honored to have known Paul for the short time I did. I was honored to call him my friend. He will be deeply missed. That was Paul.

The Clothing Room.

To anyone else, our system is a bit odd. As many of you know, The Dale does not own it’s own building. So we store stuff here and there, in various rooms and fridges and nooks and bins. Part of being The Dale means we also receive donations of various things – the majority of the food we use for our Monday lunch through Second Harvest, time, love, prayers, toiletries, money, music talents, and clothing just to name a few things.

In an effort to keep things contained, we often gather any clothing donations and put them in our room of stuff in the building we use on Monday. This is the day we usually give out clothing donations, as we see the most people during this drop-in and we have that room for our belongings, so our capacity for storage is larger.

Since I’ve started at the Dale, we have usually taken to folding some clothes, and putting them on the stage in the main drop-in room for people to sort through and take what they wanted or needed. However, it usually ended up in a big messy clump of stuff leaving the items hard to distinguish and not very dignifying for someone to go through. At one of our last retreats, we decided as a team for various reasons that we would go through the clothing at the beginning of a Monday, hang them on a rack that just so happened to be at the church where we hold our drop-in, and have a clothing “room” of sorts – people could visit this rack as they pleased, look through things that were nicely hung up, and decide with dignity what they wanted.

After some time and consideration, we also decided that this would be a great job for me. I love to organize and tidy and do things that are tangible. I also love connecting with people, but often find that I get overwhelmed in large groups sometimes. The clothing room would be a way for me to use my organizational skills, and connect with people more individually as they made requests for any clothing they needed.

I have to say, I love my new “job”. I wake up on Monday looking forward to getting the clothing rack ready, and I have a list on my phone of things that people have asked me to keep an eye out for and their size. I love seeing the joy on their face as I bring them sometime they might find useful, and I like looking through the items we have received and hanging them up in a way that looks nice – that someone would be dignified by. Writing this, I am thinking of my grandma Beulah, who organizes and runs her own clothing room at her own church in Innisfil (to say she “runs” this clothing room initiative would be an understatement, but I digress). I am grateful for her example of love and care in all the tasks that she has her hands on, and her example of what it means to love people well, being the hands and feet of Jesus in her own community.

I am grateful that my team sees my strengths and encourages me in different roles. I am grateful that my community trusts me with their requests and desires for pants of a certain size, or a pair of shoes that they need. And I am grateful for all the clothes that are given to us from various places, and that they could be used in a way that springs forth love and dignity.

It would mean so much to me if you were able to partner financially with The Dale to support my role within this ministry. There are a number of ways to do this, including CanadaHelps, PAR, or cheque. Please reach out to me if you would like more information on partnering with me in this way. Thanks for your support!

A Sweet Tuesday – Day in the Life

This week with Jo being away, I was bracing myself for a busy week. I knew that Tuesday would especially be busier than usual, as I would have a staff meeting with Erinn, a drop-in at the Thrift Store, and couple hours of work time before eating dinner and helping facilitate our weekly bible study (something Jo usually does each week). If you’re like me, sometimes it is only with hindsight that you realize you should be a little more positive about a day to begin with, rather than dreading it’s length, because yesterday turned out to be pretty sweet.

First of all, Erinn and I sat cozily in our usual cafe for a staff meeting. We were able to check in, talk Dale business, and have a meal together. We definitely missed our third partner in crime, Jo. But I really enjoy staff meetings and this one was no exception!

After that, we were very early to the Thrift Store… so we had the chance to sit in the car and chat some more while I finished my lunch. Just as we were packing up to leave the car, I noticed a man across the street fall flat on his face from the sidewalk onto the open road right off a bustling Queen Street. Erinn ran over with me on her trails, and we helped the man up. It turns out that Erinn knew him from around Parkdale, and we were able to sit with our friend while we waited for the ambulance to come. He was very grateful, and hopefully he is safe and taken care of.

We finally made our way into the Thrift Store. One of the ongoing challenges of having drop in at the Thrift Store is having enough chairs in our little coffee corner, as just as chairs come into the store they obviously also get sold. Yesterday we sat on a collection of chairs, night tables, boxes, and coffee tables – a reminder that anything can be a chair if you really need it and that The Dale folks are really great at rolling with the punches. Luckily there were just enough bums for the “chairs” we had around, and we enjoyed a peaceful time together, munching on chips and grapes, sipping on coffee and hot chocolate, and talking together. Some of our friends even played violin and guitar and it was so nice to have customers coming to the back and listening for a while before moving on… it seemed like people’s days were made – and ours too!

I had some time before dinner, so I went to the local library with some of our German missionary friends who have enthusiastically joined us at The Dale in the past couple of months. We sat together at a table and did our own work in the surprisingly loud hustle of the Parkdale library. We even met a lady sitting at our table that was intrigued by a tea my German friend was drinking, as she remembers having it at home in Argentina. It was nice that he got to tell her a bit of his story, and we even told her about The Dale.

At 5:30 we made our way across the street to eat at St. Francis Table, a local place in Parkdale run by monks and volunteers who serve meals to folks in the community for only a dollar a plate. The food is really good, and we got to sit together with some of our Dale friends who happened to be there eating. It felt like a really nice family dinner of sorts, where we all can come as we are and share a meal together. One of our Dale regulars asked me to pray over his meal before he started eating, and that felt really special to me.

Finally to end the night, a few of us went over to our regular room next door and did bible study together. We sat around a small table, prayed, read the Bible, and discussed the contents. We were reading from John 17 and 18, and it was so lovely to sit with my friends and talk about the Bible. I know that God is moving in me, and in them, and it is nice to hear everyone’s perspectives.

I am grateful for these days, a mixture of odds and ends that somehow string together into something so familiar. And I am grateful for my Dale family that I can sit on any number of chairs with at any number of places and have it still feel like home.

A little sample of our Thrift Store fun.

It would mean so much to me if you were able to partner financially with The Dale to support my role within this ministry. There are a number of ways to do this, including CanadaHelps, PAR, or cheque. Please reach out to me if you would like more information on partnering with me in this way. Thanks for your support!

Little (big) Gifts

My birthday was February 2nd. It was a Saturday, and I really didn’t expect many people from The Dale community to know or remember, considering that I didn’t shout it from the rooftops! However, to my surprise, I was greeted on the Monday after my birthday with three little gifts that filled my heart in a big way.

“Joe” came right up to me as I was making the coffee for drop-in and said “Happy Birthday, Darling!” in his booming voice, and handed me a mixture of things he found that he thought I would like. In the bag were mostly toiletries, and he said he hoped I could find some use in them! LOL I think that was part of his cheeky humour coming out.

“Sarah” gifted me a little surprise, gently wrapped in a sock. Upon unwrapping it, I discovered a beautiful porcelain turtle. She said she had found it on a shelf in her home and wanted to give it to me for my birthday because she knows how much I love turtles – oh, to be known so deeply that little details stick. I was really touched. Below is a photo of my new little turtle friend…

My turtle.

Finally, a crew of our steady volunteer kitchen ladies presented me with a sweet and encouraging card that they all signed with a little jar of homemade crab apple jelly. One of the ladies had picked the crab apples from down the road of where we hold drop-in and made them into jam. A labour of love and a gift from the heart.

I am truly loved and blessed by my friends. To remember the day I came to life and to present me with such thoughtful, beautiful gifts… these are the kind of gestures that make me feel warm and fuzzy when I think of community. Of course being in community has it’s ups and downs. But the “ups” are so, so beautiful and really make me feel grateful that God called me to do this work.


It would mean so much to me if you were able to partner financially with The Dale to support my role within this ministry. There are a number of ways to do this, including CanadaHelps, PAR, or cheque. Please reach out to me if you would like more information on partnering with me in this way. Thanks for your support!

Remembering Rob.

This week is my birthday. On Febraury 2nd I’ll be turning twenty-six. It just so happens that this time last year on my birthday, a friend of mine named Rob passed away.

I knew Rob from my Sanctuary community. He would hang out at our community meals and art drop-in usually, reading in the corner and soon enough, painting at the tables with us. He loved to do these cool geometric pieces by using masking tape to make shapes, painting in between them, and then peeling the tape off. He also participated in our art workshops, where he created this cool stop-motion video of life in the animal kingdom, using cut out paper and animal crackers. We would joke around a lot during the making of that video and discovered our sense of humour was really similar, as well as our inability to sit still for long periods of time. We would get distracted easily together and starting eating the candy props meant for the videos.

Rob was a young guy. He was very hip, with a keen sense for fashion, and an ability to put an amazing outfit together effortlessly. He had this really great dry, sarcastic sense of humour that went well with his fun-loving personality. Rob was many things… smart, cool, talented, funny, witty, a good friend, generous, and fun. Rob also experienced homelessness, and was really quite ill near the time he passed away. He had finally been housed, and was doing well before falling ill again and staying in hospital before being called Home.

Rob

I found out about his death on February 3rd, 2018. I was on my way to a birthday brunch with Ian when my friend and coworker from Sanctuary called to tell me the news. They had spared me from finding out the day before, on my actual birthday. I cried on and off for hours that day, tearing up at the sight of things along our journey in the car that reminded me of my friend Rob. I often “see” him now in others passing by, doing a double take as I pass a stranger with features so similar to that of my friend’s.

There are many things I wish for. I wish that Rob had more time. I wish that I didn’t cry that day looking at the underside of bridges, knowing that he often slept outside. I wish I could have said goodbye. I wish more of my friends had adequate housing, that they could stay somewhere warm and safe. I wish the system wasn’t broken. And I wish I could sit with Rob one more time, painting and laughing at Sanctuary.

I will remember Rob this week as I celebrate my life, and that still feels like a surreal thing. I will remember all the ways he brought life and joy to his friends. I will lament his death and the broken system that made him live outside for a long time. And I will be grateful that I knew Rob, because he was pretty great.

In this video put together by my friend Lyf, you can see Rob’s appearance in “The Magician”, and his “Beef in the Kingdom” stop-motion near the end.

On forgiveness.

I was standing in the large open room where we host our Monday community meal, chatting with someone at a table. Suddenly, like an animal in the wild, my ears perked up. A loud voice was nearby, and with that came a red flag. It didn’t sound like loud talking, it sounded like an argument. I excused myself from the conversation, but not in time to catch the argument before it began. There was commotion over a seat, a common blimp in our space as our friends pile in close to lunch to eat a home cooked meal with us. He was yelling at her, and she was sitting down – refusing to move her coat from an empty seat beside her. So I put my hand on his shoulder lightly to attract his attention to me, as speaking to him was getting me nowhere.

Big. Mistake. Lesson One – do not touch someone when they’re worked up. It probably won’t go over too well! I can admit that was a mistake on my end. His anger turned to me… “Don’t put your hands on me again or….” I’ll save you the threats and expletives. My hands went up in the air as I tried to backtrack and apologize at the same time. It didn’t work. After some more yelling and threats, our friend was asked to leave for the day – a way to let someone cool off outside our space, and let them know that what they did made the space unsafe.

I don’t tell you all this to paint our friend in any kind of bad light. He was denied an empty seat, something that I should have tried to rectify in another way. And I got in his personal space while he was fired up, a big mistake on my end. I tell you all this to paint a picture of a time I was threatened more than I ever have been. Luckily I know our friend enough to know that he would NEVER ever really hurt me. But to be spoken to in that way is a little jarring. I tell you this because for a long time after that incident, our friend wouldn’t speak to me, even after my half-hearted smiles in his direction, trying to close some kind of gap that had formed between us.

I should know by now that these things take time. Sometimes people need room. They need space to process, time to forgive, and opportunity to come back when they’re ready. For me and my friend, it happened on the day we were having our Epiphany party ironically enough. I was bundled up and walking through the cold wind that often forms in a tunnel on Queen Street. Walking quickly past all the usual spots, I saw our friends precariously placed through Parkdale going about their usual business. When I was approaching the LCBO, I noticed my friend standing outside the doors. I was nervous. This was the first time since the incident that I had seen him alone in the world, not with Jo or Erinn as a buffer. I looked at him and tried to smile as I said a quick hello. He made eye contact and just as I was passing, he said, “Hey, I need to talk to you.”

I stopped and turned around, my heartbeat quickening. “Sure, what’s up?” He said he had been meaning to talk to me for a while, and that since the incident he’s felt really weird coming into the space. I nodded, a signal that I too had felt the same. He opened his arms wide, a hug waiting for me – a peace offering. I hugged him back and he said, “You know I love you, right?” I said “I know, and I’m sorry about what happened. I never meant to hurt you.” An apology wrapped in a hug, and the truth. We parted ways after some back and forth and I walked the rest of the way to where Erinn and Jo waited for me, shivers running down my arms that had nothing to do with the cold.

I was amazed yet again by God’s grace, for me and my friend, and for our relationship. We needed time apart, and we needed an opportunity to come back together. We needed the love of the Creator, binding us together after harshness tried to rip us apart. I am in awe of the hearts of our friends, coming back time and time again when it would be easier to remain hard and angry. I am grateful for the love at The Dale, and the opportunity we get to walk alongside our friends everyday, learning new ways to love. If you are waiting for peace today, may you be encouraged that His timing is perfect, and that you are not forgotten.

It would mean so much to me if you were able to partner financially with The Dale to support my role within this ministry. There are a number of ways to do this, including CanadaHelps, PAR, or cheque. Please reach out to me if you would like more information on partnering with me in this way. Thanks for your support!

christmas eve communion.

Hi friends,

Merry (belated) Christmas and a Happy (belated) New Year! Now that the Christmas vortex has hopefully slowed down for you, I know it can feel a little odd… like you don’t quite know what to do with yourself, and everything is a whole lot quieter. I have a Christmas memory from The Dale floating around in my head, and I wanted to document it here. Hopefully this helps bring a little joy to your new year and can help you remember that the joy of the season can be held onto and sprinkled into your life all year round.

On Christmas Eve, Jo, Erinn, myself, Erinn’s daughter Cate, and her friend went to visit a friend of ours who has recently been moved from his home in Parkdale, to a hospital, to a nursing home. “John” holds fast to his faith and can often be found praising God in every circumstance, but was naturally feeling a little lonely to be away from his home at Christmas. Before our outreach walk, we decided to visit him and do communion together, something that we knew would bring him joy.

John invited his new friend Dave from down the hall and we set up communion on his hospital-like table, placing a white cloth over it and adorning it with Erinn’s portable communion items… some grape juice and rice crackers from the Dollarama, a small bottle of port, and some golden dishes from her wicker basket. We prayed, and fed each other communion, passing the bread and wine and saying, “This is the body of Christ, broken for you.” It was a reminder of the reason for the season, that Jesus came as a baby, sent from God his Father to live with us here on Earth. It was a reminder of his life and how he suffered like we do, and ultimately died for us as a man for our sins.

John smiled and prayed with us, and after we decided to sing some songs together. His voice raised up in the room and through the hall. It is beautifully low and loud as he worships God, whom he puts all of his faith in. People came from down the hall to say they loved the singing and asked if we were from a choir! I had tears in my eyes as I stood watching John sing, sat in his wheelchair with his eyes lightly closed, singing proud for all to hear. I love that John loves God so much. He teaches me a lot and I love that he loves us, his Dale family. I am so grateful that we could see him for Christmas.

I can only hope that with that short visit, we brought John a piece of joy that day. I know that with that short visit my heart swelled ten sizes, and I was sure filled with joy. And I hope that He was looking down on us, pleased.


It would mean so much to me if you were able to partner financially with The Dale to support my role within this ministry. There are a number of ways to do this, including CanadaHelps, PAR, or cheque. Please reach out to me if you would like more information on partnering with me in this way. Thanks for your support!

year end goals.

Dear Friends,

Just over one year and a half ago as I sit here writing this, I joined the staff team at The Dale Ministries. I remember the moment I considered contacting Erinn for the first time. You can read about it here. I recall thinking that I could never work for The Dale, for one reason only – that being that I would never be able to fundraise my own financial support.

The Dale is a community in Parkdale, Toronto without our own walls. That means we do not own or operate out of our own building. We spill out onto the streets for all of our programming, such as community meals, church service, bible study, and outreach. We eat, sing, worship, pray, and walk together each week in partnership with many different people who extend their hospitality to us. The Dale seeks to welcome all, while placing at our core those who are often on the margins. We strongly believe that we all have something to offer, and can and should all receive from one another as well. We are a staff team of three, which means we rely on the love, time, and hands of so many volunteers whom we would not function without.

A Dale community member and I at our yearly camp retreat!

As I said, The Dale would not be able to do anything without the support of many people’s time, love, prayers, and financial gifts. The Dale does not receive any government funding – we rely on the gifts of those who are blessing us financially with their donations. I receive my salary in this way as well. After thinking that I could never work at The Dale and fundraise my own support, a year and a half later I am amazed at how loved I have been. I am receiving almost enough support to reach my salary of working 20 hours a week at The Dale.

After getting married earlier this year, I am focusing more on my family at home and starting a life with Ian, and would love to be able to reach my salary. To supplement my income I currently work very part time for another community I am part of called Sanctuary. In order to reach my salary goal of working 20 hours a week at The Dale, I need 7 people to give $25 a month. In order to reach my financial goal for the end of this year and make up for some shortfall, I need another $2250.

Would you like to help me reach my goals? I would be so grateful if you would be able to partner financially with me in my ministry at The Dale. Please consider joining my support team and giving in the following ways:

  1. Pre-Authorized Remittance. You can use this form if you would like to donate monthly. Please see the link to the PAR form right below this paragraph. It will open into a document.
  2. canadahelps.org Please indicate that the donation is for me. Look for us under The Dale Ministries. You can use this site to donate monthly, or one time. Please know they do take a small percentage of what you donate.
  3. Cheque. These can be made out to The Dale Ministries, with my name in the Memo Line and mailed to: PO Box 94, Station C Toronto, ON M6K 3M7

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Love and peace,

Meagan