I sit at my desk this morning, listening to the Robins calling to each other, the sweet twittering of their babies in the nest tucked in the beams beneath our deck a melodious accompaniment to this gorgeous day.
The leaves of the trees shimmer and dance against the peacock blue of the sky above. The yellow wings of a Finch flitter through the greenery. They are passing through on their migratory route north. Their song adding a sweetness to the morning symphony.
And I listen and watch and let the beauty sink in and still my heart is heavy. My spirit uneasy.
I am grateful the media continue to report on the discovery of the remains of 215 children discovered under the soil of the former Kamloops Residential School.
I am grateful the story has not been brushed over, buried like so much of the truth of what happened in those dark days of our history.
And I feel sad. Confused. Angry.
Where is the Catholic Church?
Where is the Pope’s voice of care, concern and above all, admission and accountability?
The Bishops are offering up prayers.
Prayers are not enough.
In 2009, the Truth and Reconciliation Commission requested funding of $1.5 million from the Federal Government to assist them in searching for what they knew to be true. There were many bodies of children buried beneath the soils of the network of approximately 140 Residential Schools that were in operation, run by churches of many denominations, across Canada from the 1880s until the final school closed in 1996.
Their request was denied.
In 2018, despite the urging of Prime Minister Trudeau along with survivors and families of the children, Pope Francis refused to provide an apology for the wrong-doings of the Catholic Church.
Today, the Pontiff remains silent on the discovery of 215 children’s bodies buried in unmarked graves on the site of a school run by his Church.
The Government of Canada has not yet offered to fund further investigations using the same technology to help find the bodies of lost children on the sites of other Residential Schools.
Let us not let their silence be a reflection of the truth. Let us raise our voices. Let us demand action.
Where Is The Church? Two-hundred and fifteen bodies two-hundred and fifteen children’s lives lost to a system that did not care for the innocents and treated their souls as fodder for their own redemption. Two hundred-and fifteen children’s lives buried while they stood by and watched silent as priests and nuns Bishops and Cardinals hid the evidence of their disgrace beneath the soil of the lands that once belonged to the people whose souls they professed to be saving. Two hundred and fifteen buried while the Church remains silent unrepentant uncaring. Where are you? Your prayers are empty when your voices remain silent to the truth of your transgressions. Where are your coffers open to support the hands digging for truth for the bodies who must be found to bring comfort solace closure to the families who suffered so much at your hands holding high the cross with which you hammered your faith into their bodies and minds to erase their culture their traditions their spirits out. Where is this church that promised to love all God’s children standing in the truth of all that they did to harm these innocents? Oh God, how can your people find comfort how can they find their missing children when your emissaries on earth stand silent in the soil bleeding dark with the blood of all that was done in your name to steal the lives and futures of your children? Is your Church missing too? Is its faith lost beneath the dark soils of its past that cannot be erased and must never be forgotten.