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Christ Church Cathedral is a multi-ethnic congregation in downtown Montreal, and we are passionate about inclusion. We have entered a process of reviewing our own corporate life, to identify our own history of racism as well as the ways in which our structures systemically exclude people because of their colour. Flying this flag is a symbol of these tasks for justice which we undertake in sorrow and solidarity.

"At Christ Church Cathedral, we are living out a vision of a church focused on the love and generosity embodied in Jesus, a vision that is inclusive, welcoming, open to all and seeking transformation both as individuals as we grow in faith, but also of unjust structures of society. Join us for our music-filled worship and for our many activities, whether you are a lifelong Christian or exploring your faith. You will be made welcome."

The Very Rev’d Bertrand Olivier, Dean

“God is love. Whoever lives in love, lives in God, and God in them.”  1 John 4:16

Christians, COVID 19 and Biodiversity: Conference Presentations to Share, and Areas for Urgent Action


  • Today’s story from Numbers brings us a miracle: the flowering of the rod. Moses and the Hebrew people are in the wilderness, apparently indefinitely, having fled their bondage in Egypt, but not yet having come to the Promised Land. The Hebrews are becoming antsy with their long journey, and have begun to challenge the leadership of Moses and Aaron. Finally, God intervenes, ordering Moses to command that the leaders of the twelve tribes of Israel should each bring him a rod (ie, a stick of wood), so that Moses can place the twelve rods in the presence of God. And behold, the rod of Aaron flowered; it brought forth shoots and blossoms and even almonds. Think about that: that rod had been severed from its roots. Cut off from its natural habitat, denied its normal source of nutrients, isolated from its community of branches — nevertheless, it bore fruit. Over the last few months, many of us have been feeling adrift in a wilderness. This time of Covid, with its confinement and challenges and uncertainties, with its new forms of community and strange rhythms of life, has required each of us to lean into a future whose shape we cannot begin to predict. It has required each of us to engage in a profound and sustained work of creativity: the recreation of our world.   Annie Dillard, one of my favorite writers, describes the work of writing like this: Every morning you climb several flights of stairs, open the French doors, and slide your desk and chair out into the middle of the air. The desk and chair float thirty feet from the ground, between the crowns of maple trees. The furniture is in place; you go back for your thermos of coffee. Then, wincing, you step out again through the French doors and sit down on the chair and look over the desktop. You can see clear to the river from here in winter…Your work is to keep cranking the flywheel that turns the gears that spin the belt in the engine of belief that keeps you and your desk in midair.   That work has taken many forms of creativity: baking bread, writing poetry, knitting, painting, writing, tending children — each a personal act by which we, as individuals, reach into our soul and offer what we find there to nourish ourselves and those around us. Then, for many of us, there came a time in which much of that energy fell away. Our confinement was no longer a new and exciting (if stressful) challenge to be overcome by joyful resiliency. As it sank in that this was a matter not of two weeks or of two months, but of a year or more, we began a different stride: the long, measured stride of a marathon-runner. And then, one more shift: the sudden eruption into our streets of protesters around the world working together for a genuine new creation: not, this time, of our private lives, but of the world and societies we share together. A collective desire to make this time count — to compel this time of suffering and of extreme loss (so many lives lost) to have meaning beyond the loss. To bring, from all this death, a resurrection. Not a resurrection like that of Lazarus, brought back for a time into the old, broken world, but a resurrection like that of Christ — one which makes the world anew. A resurrection which undoes the powers of death and brutality and sin and coercion (powers which had seemed so strong), a resurrection in which the life of God can break through into our world in new and transformative ways.  Christian tradition links this hope — this work of God — to the Aaronic miracle, calling it not the flowering of the rod, but the flowering of the Rood. “Rood” is an archaic word for the Cross, and its flowering is the new life of Christ, running through our veins and bringing life to the world.  St. Paul touches on this mystery when he writes, “We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit which has been given to us.” (Rom 5: 3-5) This transmutation of pain into hope does not have to happen; too often, pain creates only bitter or broken people. But by the grace of God, it can happen. And, by the same grace, we can work together to transform what we hope for into tangible change.  That is what is at stake in Black Lives Matter, and the struggle for climate justice, and rights for “essential workers,” and so much else in our world. If those who have suffered and died in incidents of state-sponsored brutality or indifference are allowed simply to perish, their death will be death indeed. But if their deaths become the spur to real change, they will still be dead — but their deaths will, indeed, mean life for many more. Over the last few months, one form of our creativity has been this blog, which will go on hiatus after today. Many of you have written for it, and I am grateful for your generosity, candor, and courage. Each post has nourished our community and people beyond it. Over the summer, we will discern whether to revive it in the Fall, or whether it was a good thing for this community in its time. But at this time, our creativity is needed beyond the page. It is time to step off the balcony, into the world, and to spin God’s world into being, one act of courage at a time. It was always that time, and always will be. My hope is that these words  — all our words — have helped us to see that just a bit more clearly, and have sustained for that work.  — Deborah Meister


  • Today, Saint John’s Day is celebrated all over the world, wherever there are Christians. This biblical figure who played a very important role in the life of Jesus. There is a close relationship between these two figures, one the precursor and the other the Messiah, and the birth of both was announced by an angel. Another similarity is Mary’s visit to Elizabeth with a twitch in her womb, and her father Zechariah, who was able to recover the ability to speak at the circumcision of John the Baptist. It is written in Luke’s Gospel chapter 1, verse 64: “Immediately his mouth and his tongue were loosed, and he spoke, blessing God.’ The Bible tells us that John lived in the wilderness for a long time, he wore a camel-skin garment and a leather belt around his waist, and he ate grasshoppers and wild honey. Why was he dressed like that, why did he eat like that? He announced the baptism of repentance and baptized people, and again their path crossed with the baptism of Jesus and all the manifestations we know about it. Another fact that has marked the history of this character is the condition in which he died. These events took place a long time ago. Today, people have made St. John’s Day, June 24th, a mysterious day. Here in Quebec, it’s a national holiday. Why this day? The secret society of Freemasons made this day their holiday. Why St. John’s Day? In Haiti, the vodourians show a great interest around Saint John’s Day. We have already heard about the Saint John fires here in Quebec; they, too, use fire to purify themselves. They wear the same attire that John the Baptist wore; animal skins and leather belts. Another very common practice in Haiti, especially among young girls, is to read their future on St. John’s Day: a glass filled with water with an egg white inside, and the reading is done at noon. If the egg white draws a boat it means a journey; a church, a wedding; a coffin, death. So many mysteries around this day. Countless are the manifestations around the churches that bear the name of St. John the Baptist. And probably there are other mysteries around this day elsewhere. Today you and I as Christians will to remember the work of John the Baptist, who practiced the baptism of repentance. I am not asking you to go to the banks of the St. Lawrence River or the Lachine Canal; but we can always preach repentance through our conduct, our way of seeing others and especially our human relationship. May God bless you. By the way, today is my birthday. June 24th. Why this day? — Jean Robert Bellarmin Image: The baptism of Christ by John the Baptist, Holy Trinity Cathedral, Port-au-Prince, Haiti


  • Christ Church Cathedral has always been an open, welcoming, and loving community, where we celebrate the diversity of every single individual who walks through our doors. Our Pride service has always been a key part of our wider outreach commitment to Montreal and, although we cannot meet physically this year, we will continue to celebrate our LGBTQ+ community with our 2020 Digital Pride Celebration. The Cathedral Choir plays a central role in all of our worship, and this is our offering of hope and love to the world during this Montréal Pride week. Please share and do join us today at 6pm (ET).


  • This episode discusses the church music of the Wesley brothers – John and Charles- but also that from their larger family. For four generations, the Wesleys contributed some of today’s best-loved hymns and choral anthems.