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July 10, 2014

A Wind In 1927, Of Major Force

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A Wind In 1927, Of Major Force. By Dick Hunt, June 25th, 2014.

Some memories leave long impressions on our minds. I well remember a storm that boiled down out of the Northwest around three in the afternoon when I was seven years of age. The location was the Cattle Ranch where I was born in Alberta. It was, until the storm began a year when we had enjoyed plenty of rain and good sunshine between rainfalls. There seemed every hope of harvesting a major crop of all kinds of Grain and garden produce. The storm heralded it’s coming by boiling black clouds, almost continuous lightning with ragged edges and streaks. The time lapse from when it showed it’s coming and when it hit us with all it’s fury was brief minutes. As a result, many people were caught out in the open with no shelter. Some of our neighbors lost family members due to the fury of wind, hail and electrical power that seemed to fill the air all around us. Small animals were killed in great numbers. Crops and gardens were totally destroyed When the wind came it brought with it hailstones as big as tennis balls and lashed everything before it. One victim of the fury was a farm building of more than 1,600 square feet which was lifted from it’s foundation, blown nearly one quarter of a mile across the valley and set down in a new location WITHOUT SERIOUS DAMAGE TO THE STRUCTURE! But the wind drove the hail like artillery fire against the Ranch House , tearing off the siding and breaking most of the windows on the windward side. It was a storm never to be forgotten.

I was with the family indoors and felt secure because our parents had never let us down. But it was obvious to us five children that we were suffering a major experience of loss and destruction. The noise was horrifying and as windows broke large hailstones pounded across the floors with nothing to impede them. We were kept away from the stormy side of the house for our protection. We thought it was a storm which would never be repeated. But again in 1928, we had large crops nearly ready to harvest and a repeat of the same fury of storm just as harvest was to begin. In 1929, the rains did not come and our crops and gardens were nearly non existent. Then again in 1930, we had nearly ample rainfall and just as harvest was to begin, we were completly hailed out again. There then followed seven years of nearly no rain when we had nothing but coal black dust storms with no crop to speak of, so we scraped by with barely enough crop to keep our livestock alive. We learned to call those years “the dirty thirties.” The winds piled up the “Tumbling Tumble-Weeds” (Do you remember the popular song?) against the fences around the fields and then the dust covered the fences with the result that we had to build fences on top of the old fences. Many farmers were forced out of their farms and into the timbered areas of the northern lands to keep their families from starvation. In 1939, the rains began again and we recovered from the long depression that had afflicted us so severely. But we have never forgotten those years of depression!

Forty Years An Anglican Priest, and Then Died An Atheist

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Forty Years An Anglican Priest And Then Died An Atheist By Dick Hunt, Thursday, June 26th, 2014.

Not me, I am grateful to say, but a man who ministered in various Parishes in Alberta, including the one in which I was called to Preach and Teach the Gospel. He studied in an approved and normally effective Theological College in eastern Canada, passsed the exams and was Ordained, first as a Deacon and then as a Priest. He came to us in our small Church in a small village, feeling he was well prepared to do everything necesssary as our spiritual leader. Before he came, he took a course in the United States on how to minister to Farm Folks. So the first goal he set himself was to tell us “how to do Agriculture.” That did not impress those of us who had “borne the struggle and heat of the day to earn our living” We also learned that he was never, ever, on time for anything. His Father in Ontario let us know that he never had been on time for anything. He was not very popular with the members of the little Churches where he was called to serve. We prayed for him. We tried to get him to change his habits and attitude, all to no avail. God answered my prayers in a very moving way. He let me know, in no uncertain fashion, that if I didn’t like the way our “leader” was leading, I should do it myself. God did the moving! I decided I should become a “Lay Reader”, a term which meant , one who assisted the Clergy in any way we could. I asked him to speak to our Bishop and after many months he finally said he had done so and that he was to train me. I kept on asking him to do so, for months !

Finally the Bishop came to our little Church to Confirm four people. While he was preparing for the service, I heard him say to our minister, “(N), we have a Lay Reader here, let’s put him to work”. The response was negative, so the Bishop said to him, “I gave you his licence months ago, give it me and I will put him to work, which he did, with a veangence. He had me kneel at the Communion Rail and he Commisioned me! He assigned me to take services of Morning and Evening Prayer every week, not only in Anglican Churches but also at the request of the United Churches across the area, every week from October to May, for four years, being the time when Student Ministers were not available. And all this with no official training. I really sweat it!. I read, prayed, studied, wrote copious notes. Longhand. I remember well a Sunday morning when with Ruth and our Children we arrived at a United Church, five miles from home and I almost lost it, because I had left all my notes at home. I turned myself over to God in no uncertain fashion, throwing myself on His mercy. After that service, many of the Congregation said, “what happened to you this morning? You have never preached so positively before.” I explained and they said, “great, we look forward to more”. Don’t get me wrong. Now I always preach from the Scriptures and labour long as I prepare with constant dependance on the Holy Spirit to teach me the meaning of Scripture and implant it in my heart and mind, so I can share the Word of God with those who will hear me. Sadly, the young Priest who first came to us in Alberta, died an Atheist, as his widow told me later.

The Building Of The Radio Link From Vancouver To Alaska

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The Building Of The Radio Link from Vancouver to Alaska by Dick Hunt, Saturday, June 28th, 2014.

When the United States entered the second world War , I was at an R.C.A.F. Station on Denny Island just off the West Coast at an area known as Bella Bella. I was in the Signals section and so was involved in the construction of the link. One day we had been flown to the site in a large “FLYING BOAT” called a “STRANRAER”, an odd looking Plane built in Scotland. It was a Bi-Plane, the lower wing being right down on top of the Hull and the upper one ten feet above, with vertical struts and wires keeping it in place. The two Rotary Motors were in the top wing. It looked like it would never fly, but it did. 13 of us with our equipment were transported to the building site, and at sundown we boarded for the return flight. As we gained altitude flying down an open channel we saw just ahead of us thick fog rolling down to the channel out of the coastal mountains. We were quickly immersed in it and flying blind. When we broke out of it, we saw the mountain tops, glistening with snow and ice like jewels in the sky. But the fog stretched for miles, all the way to our landing point and beyond. We radioed our station so they would know our predicament, they set out landing lights and watched for us. To make matters worse, we were getting very low on fuel. Just as we were close to having to ditch anywere we could guess was safe, we saw the landing lights at our home station and with the last of our fuel, splashed down with sighs of deep relief for our deliverance. Nowadays I would have thanked God for His mercy, but that was before I had come to terms with Him. I flew as a passenger often in the course of my duties in the old Stranraeres and it was quite a sturdy plane. But on one occasion we were flown to a tiny Island thirty miles off the coast and in landing in rough waters, the tail assembly fell off and tumbled into the water. We were near shore and a Crash Boat quickly came to our rescue and towed us to the Dock. I was there with my crew to set up the two way radio link and the Radar station. It was Easter Sunday and there was a bag of mail unloaded as we disembarked. I had been very sad that I had not had any mail from my family for some time. Late that day, I went to the Office and there was a letter from my Mother who lived in Calgary. You can likely appreciate my emotion as I settled down to read and re-read the letter. The name of the place was “Spider Island”. It was about a mile long and a quarter of a mile wide and varied in altitude from sea level to 450 feet. Our Radar station was at the high point. We were a dot on the map, 30 miles off the coast. Our Signals Officer was with us and had given us instructions to complete the installations and leave it to him to put them in use. He really had no idea how to do so and my friend, Larry Goodwill and I had to draw his attention away from the equipment while we tuned it to the Stations and put it into service. He then turned on the switches and took the credit for his work. He went home happy. We stayed and completed the assignment for which we were there. A crew from the Airframe Section of our home station arrived in due course, repaired the tail section, rudders etc. and we flew to our base safely. When I was transferred to Calgary, I flew to Vancouver in that same plane.

Billy Mills, the Bachelor Who Loved Company

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Billy Mills, Bachelor Who Loved Company. by Dick Hunt, Friday, May 20th, 2014.

Billy came from England, where he was a Fellow of the Royal College of Organists and also a successful and popular Steeplechase Rider. He was very fond of horses and dogs. And he was in love wth a woman who jilted him. As a result of the latter experience, he cut his ties with England, immigrated to Alberta, became a Homesteader about 1920 and settled down to be a Bachelor. He was a neighbour to us on the Cattle Ranch where I was born, about ten miles distant from him. I never saw him ride a horse but he drove about in a spanking two wheeled Phaeton, pulled by two beautiful Bay Horses. And when he wanted to visit his friends he simply “dropped in for a few days”, put his Horses in the Barn and left us to look after them. He was always assured of a comfortable bed and good meals and someone to “iisten to his yarns”. My Mother learned to ignore him so she could get on with her busy life, … caring for the domestic needs of family, Ranch Employees, gardening, Church and much besides. Billy was always glad to sit at the Heintzman Upright Piano and play at almost any hour. He had reems of sheet music for all tastes. He always showed up at our home on the great Festivals such as Christmas, Easter, Pentecost, Thanksgiving, or Valentines Day, or any other time he wanted company and good home cooking. And he never went to Church except to play at a Wedding or Funeral. He was fond of voicing his opinion that “when you are dead, you are six feet down and that’s it, none of this nonsence about Heaven”. Until one day he said to me, “I just can’t believe that there is no life after death. I sat with my old friend, Bill Tullick when he died the other day and he described heaven to me. And it was real. But he still didn’t go to Church. Some people take a good deal of persuading. In addition to being a glowing example and great teacher, my Mother was clever. When I was a teenager she “allowed me to drive her to Church”. But we all went to Church. When I was a small boy, she took me out to her flower garden one Sunday morning and asked me to look deeply into a blossom and describe it to her, which I did. Then she said to me “I want you to always remember that only God can make a flower”. My Father was brought up in a dual Church household in England. His Mother was a very devout Roman Catholic. His Father was a casual Anglican. As each of their nine children were born and with the approval of their two Priests, they were Baptised alternately, R.C. or Anglican. My Father came up R.C., and well taught by his Mother. When he became a Rancher in Alberta , there was no R.C. Church wihin many miles. But there was a Anglican Church and my Mother was active in it, with her Father. In due course, my parents met, in the little store and post Office founded by them and were married in the Anglican Church in Stettler Alberta. I became the Pastor of that Church in 1957. We were a United Family again. I became first, a Lay Reader in that Church, taking services in many Churches around the country. Then Ruth and I and the Children left the Ranch, moved to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan where I prepaired for Ordination, at the same time being put in charge of a Suburban Parish for two years. Then we moved back to Calgary Diocese where I was Ordained and placed in charge of the Parish where my Parents were married, for seven years, only fifty miles from where I was born. Over the years I have preached in nearly 200 Churches, from once only to twelve yerars. God has never let me down, but has always met our every need, with my Dear Wife Ruth, who passed away last year, and Dear Family. Thank you Lord. Jesus never fails us.

Managing a Large Family

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Managing a Large Family; by Dick Hunt, April 9th, 2014.

In England in the late 1800’s my Father, Harold Hunt was born, one of nine children on a farm in the Midlands. His Mother was a Roman Catholic and very devout from all reports. His Father was Anglican and not much inclined to support the Church. But Dad did remember and share that as each Child was born, it was Baptised alternately as a Roman Catholic and an Anglican, with full co-operation of the two Priests. Dad was shunted into the R.C. lane and his Mother gave him a very good and effective grounding in her Faith which proved to be his Moral, Spiritual and lively way of life long after he left England and came to Canada. He also remembered with great clarity a day when the two Priests, Roman Catholic and Anglican pitched hay in the hayfield together with his Father, with great joy and fellowship. That was Ecumenicity of the most practical kind and greatly helped with the bringing up of the Family. It has, even to this day resulted in firm links between both sides of the Hunt family on both sides of the Atlantic through cousins who have kept in close touch, both intercountry visits, mail and now the Internet. Dad came to Canada at the age of 18 in pursuit of a life in Agriculture, as did somer of his siblings. He early began to plan a life as a Cattle Rancher, sometimes with the partnership of three brothers and two sisters. He met, and later married my Mother, Florence Foreman on February 3rd, 1913, in a little Anglican Church in Alberta, a Church which eventually became the first Church in which I Ministered when I was Ordained in 1957. I was the middle child of five, one sister and four boys. We all spent most of our lives as Ranchers,except for me as God called me to the Ministry in the middle fifties. The only Grandparent I ever had was my Mother’s Father, William, the other three having passed away in England before I was born. He was born in England and immigrated to Port Carling, Ontario, Canada where my Mother was born, losing her Mother at Childbirth. She had four brothers. He married again but that union also ended with the loss of her Stepmother. They then moved, with three of her brothers to Alberta. The three brothers all served with the Canadian Army in Europe and in spite of being in the front lines at Amiens, Paschendale and Vimy Ridge, all returned to Canada to recover their health and live long and productive lives. On arrival in Alberta, Grampa Foreman settled at a spot on the map to start a farm, with my Mother who was just nine years of age. He opened a small General Store and Post Office on a country road on their little farm. The nearest town was 25 miles away and that was where he bought the stock for the store and collected the mail. While he was away, my Mother ran the store and post office. She would be alone and in charge for two days each time he was away. She had close and very helpful neighbours, a Scottish family and it was the Lady of that famlly, Janet Campbell, who was my Mother’s Midwife at my brth in 1920. It was also in that little store that my Mother and Father met and eventually were married in Church in Stettler Alberta. There was no R.C. Church for many miles around, so Dad attended services regularly with Mother and the family down the years. The night Dad died in Hospital, he was very weak, asked us all what our plans were for the future, and said, “When you go home, I am just going to go to sleep and when I wake up, I will be Home.” Then he gestered and said, “It is just there” and in joyfull tones he described heaven to us. The Doctor phoned just at midnight. Dad had gone home.

I Believe I was Born August 4th, 1920

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I Believe I Was Born August 4th, 1920. by Dick Hunt, April 4th, 2014.

I can’t prove that, as I was just a tiny Baby at the time. But I trust that my Mother and Father, my elder siblings (2), my Uncle Matt who went 28 miles to bring the Doctor who arrived after I was born, with the aid of a Scottish neighbour, skilled in Midwifery. They all would agree. And as I was growing up I had the most wonderful Childhood in the midst of a loving Family. My parents insisted on honesty and integrity and modelled the same by their example. From the time we entered into the School system of the day until adulthood, we were taught the skills that would serve us well as adults. With the process of growing up with the eventual four siblings around me, I learned to consider the rest of the family and the constant crew of employees on a busy Ranch which employed all of us to the fullest degree. On Sundays, we regularly went to worship in the Church twelve miles away, as a family. We always went to Church on Sundays and were taught and nurtured in the Biblical Faith and Discipline of the Anglican Church. The Ministers were honest teachers and leaders in the Community, who often travelled many miles in their duties in a number of Communities. Eventually, I entered their ranks and have served in the same manner in three provinces. Now, on the verge of my 94th year I still minister whenever I am asked to do so and rejoice to be invited. Society has changed a good deal over the years, and there are many changes to surmount and encounter in the excercise of serving in the Church. But, having been Ordained for more than 60 years, I have found that the Truths that were handed down in my youth are as relevant and important to the Human Famiiy as they ever were. It is still true that the God of our lives loves us and will not let us go. It is still true that he gives us the breath of life, without taking from us the freedom to make our own choices in life. It is equally true that He wants to bless us with His constant presence in our lives and has shown Himself to us, not only in the blessings of His universe, but most visibly in the life, ministry ,death on the Cross and Resurrection from the Dead of His only Son, Jesus. He was miraculously born of the Virgin Mother, Mary and so is the true Son of His Father God. As such He calls us all to turn to the Father in trust and obedience, in order that we may enjoy His Fatherhood and eagerly serve Him in His everlasting Kingdom. Insofar as we do so, individually, we may live lives of loving obedience, hope and joy in His Kingdom. As we do so we can look forward to being in His Kingdom for all Eternity, with the certainty of being in His everlasting Kingdom of love, peace and with our departed loved ones. If that sounds like a fairy story, it is certainly true that it is not. When we make our individual decisions to accept the offer of our Salvation, from Jesus Christ as Saviour and Lord of our lives. It has to be with the knowledge that only through the agony of His freely given death on the Cross, bearing in His own Body all the sins of the whole world, that we are saved from the everlasting death we deserve. Salvation came at a terrible cost to Jesus, the only perfect being ever to be born. He loves us with His everlasting love and rose from the dead from the Father to bring us Home and to destroy the Power of Sin and Death itself over us all. Such is the Hope that we embrace as our own when we say yes to the Living Lord Jesus as Saviour. That is the Message that I have been happy to teach, share and preach for more than sixty years. Praise be to God!

The Lies Told At The “Grammies’ Events!

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The lies Told At The “Grammies’ Events! By Dick Hunt, Tuesday, April 15th, 2014.

I have been researching the events and statements made at the recent Grammies celebrations in Hollywood. Much has been made of the great success of the recent Film about the Life of Jesus, and it was strongly featured in the celebrations. It was mentioned that Michael Landon Sr. was a strong factor in the Film Industry for some years. Having said that, the reporters made mention that Michael Landon Jr. was a film maker of great merit, having produced films for many firms. He also revealed that his Father’s marriage had ended in divorce and he had lost his Faith. in the interview he revealed that four years later he himself had bcome a reckless driver, rebellious, a drinker, used drugs and got kicked out of the U. of S.C. His Mother was listening to her Manicurist Lois who “was speaking truth to her and she committed her life to Christ as Saviour and Lord”. To appease his Mother he started going with her and her parents to Church and after several months as he said, “I was completly broken and committed my life to Christ”. So “he now speaks the Truth, as it is in Christ” He has revealed the evil of the film makers of the Jesus Film especially for their three times changing of their three quotes from a well known verse from St. John’s Gospel, Chapter 3 verse 16 as they have left out the critical word’s “should not perish”. So they have the reading as “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whoever believes in Him shall have everlasting life,” three times leaving out the words, “should not perish!” Michael Landon Jr. rightly called that a deliberately evil statement designed only to confuse and advance their own agenda, which is to make money and destroy the Christian faith. Thank God for Michael Jr. People who deny the God of all power and might, the maker of the Universe and the giver of all life and Love are at best whistling in the dark. His awesome power was what brought the entire Cosmos into being. He spoke and the whole world was made. Knowing that in order to understand and believe, we needed to see His very self, He caused the Virgin Mary to concieve a child without benefit of a human father. Jesus came into the world in Behtlehem, a fact well attested in every way. I have been there in the proximity where that awesome event took place. I wear a hand carved Olivewood Cross which I bought in that very place. God, the Father of Jesus Christ our only Saviour and Lord, the only Way into God’s Kingdom both here and in the hereafter, holds in His Loving control all the Earth and the Universe. The Love of God is so awesome that he made the Way clear as to what He has done to show us the Way, the Truth and the Life open to all through Jesus Christ, who is that Way! In the more than sixty years during which I have ministered, taught and preached that Truth, I have witnessed only the most joyful results in all those who have taken the step that brings them into the family of the Living God through Jesus His only Son. There is no other Way in. That is what gives the lie to the false reporting of the Jesus Film at the Grammie celebrations. There is a self chosen punishment to come for all who deliberately deny the Salvation so freely given for all people. The claim was even made by the “Grammie Crowd”, that only moderns know the truth and they are NOT GRANNIES”. We have all had Grannies in our lives and they are no dummies! The sole reason for the attempt to remove the words, “should not Perish” from the quote From St. John 3:16 is to make more money and destroy the Christian Faith. Hang in there, Christians. Be aware of the Truth!

A Dream and A Very Probable Interpretation

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A Dream And A Very Probable Interpretation. by Dick Hunt, April 20th, 2014, Easter Day. Someone very close to me, very recently had the following Dream. I quickly had a picture in my mind of the application of the Dream and it’s strong significance. In the Dream Jesus was standing beside a large body of water and was motioning to the crowds around, trying to get Their attention. Wanting to throw something at Jesus to attract his view, my dream sharer noticed Him looking toward them and was aware that He was looking him toward too. Then the embrace of His eyes captivated him and all of them.They were being invited into the body of water with Him and to be absorbed by the Waters of renewal by the Holy Spirit.

It convinced me that it symbolized an open invitation to all who want to walk with Jesus Christ and to be His Disciples, receiving the great Gift of Salvation and to Everlasting Life with Him in Heaven. Eternal Life is open to all who respond to the Gift of the Holy Spirit, which is to say, respond to Jesus Christ, the Lord of all Creation, God’s ony beotten Son, his Word of Power and love, His free gift to all seekers. This Great Gift, freely won for us as Jesus Christ suffered so cruelly in great agony to make it possible for all who positively respond, to be free of penalty of “the Sins that so easily enslave us, was paid for when Jesus, the only perfect Man who ever lived, died to Save all who respond and walk with Him in Obedience and the fulfilment of His Grace and Mercy. And the gift is there there for all succeeding generations who accept His invitation and say yes to Him, in Obedience and the Joy of our Salvation.

letter to editor Macleans Magazine, Re “Jesus, the family man”

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The Letters Page; Macleans Magazine. Re “Jesus, the family man”, cover story.

Those persons who argue the case for Jesus as a married man totally miss the point of both the Old Testament and New Testament and also Christian History. Jesus knew the reason for His coming into the world very early in His life, and lived accordingly. From His earliest years when he stayed on in the Temple talking with the religious leaders while his parents were on their way home, He lived a focused life, knowing He would die freely on the Cross for the Salvation of all mankind of every age, “especially those who believe.” Those who question the truth of the Scriptural and other Historical accounts of the Christian Life are showing their focus too… They are focused on destroying the Faith and understanding of billions of Christians to suit their own lifestyle. The Da Vinci Code is dead in the water, a fable hatched in ignorance. Jesus Christ was centered on his calling to die for the Salvation of the universe and led His own brief life on earth to that end. Yet He lives forever, having risen from the Dead on the third day, as Christians have always believed. There is not the slightest evidence for the marriage of Jesus, anywere but in the foggy minds of the unbelievers. His progess, from Birth to Death to rising again to live forever is set in the Presence of God, Father and Creator, His Son Jesus Christ – God’s Word become Flesh and the Holy Spirit, living in the hearts of true Believers of every age. He was truly Human, Truly Divine and loved and died for all people.

The Magic of White Flour, (according to the Ads.)

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The Magic of White Flour, (According to the Ads.)
by Dick Hunt, Sunday, March 16th, 2014.

The story has been told of a man who was walking along West Georgia Street in Vancouver, when he was held up by a gun wielding thief. He was told to take off his Sport Jacket and hand it over, complete with the contents of the pockets. He complied. Then he was told to take off his nice Tie and hand it over. Then his shiny black shoes. Then his shirt. and finally he was left shivering in what was left. Then the thief felt sorry for the man, handed back his tie and said, “there, you are enriched”. Well, one of my Uncles was held up by a gun wielding thief on West Georgia in 1929 but all he lost was his wallet and a few dollars. Credit cards had not yet been invented.
But there is a close parallel between what was taken away and what was returned in the first story and what has been done to wheat when it is milled for flour and what has been returned. Typically, anything in the original grain which is capable of giving life to the eater is removed, leaving little but starch and starch is incapable of producing life. The “kernel of life” has been removed along with the ability of the original power of the wheat to reproduce itself when planted in the soil. So there is bulk in white bread flour but the life giving power is missing. Then comes the punch line. The flour and the bread or other products produced from it is called “enriched” by the addition of some doubtful Synthetic additives, supposedly to replace what was originally taken away to make the resulting products look ‘nice’ and sound good.
In my young years in Agricultural Alberta, we grew and harvested our own wheat and hauled it away in a farm truck to the Grist (Flour) Mill. There it was milled into flour, wheat germ, bran and all the contents of the original wheat came back to us in cotton bags to be stored in a dry attic for baking bread etc. when properly aged. The baked goods in our kitchen were delicious, the aroma was fabulous, the goodness of the original wheat was still there and nothing was wasted. And normally on our busy Cattle Ranch, as many as twenty five people were energetic, healthy and eager to go to work each day.
Some time ago, I learned by accurate research that Health Canada Standards required that only a small portion of the life giving wheat germ needed to be included in flour and flour products in order for it to be called “Whole Grain”. I wrote to the Canadian Health Authorties and asked them to be honest and tell the truth about the meaning of “Whole”. They never answered my letter. The fact remains however, that white flour products are not good for human consumption, are not life giving, are one of the main reasons for the overweight and obesity problems so strongly besetting North American citizens. We need to be informed and aware of what average unaware persons are doing to themselves when they reach for white flour products with the harmful nonsense about “enriched” which only means adding back what is only synthetic additives with no hope of good health. We should certainly buy whole grain products, without harmful additives: ‘colors, flavours, preservatives’ & make sure that we know what is best for us and eat only that.

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