I have Taken A Break.

I have Taken A Break.
by Dick Hunt, April 7th, 2013.

My previous Story was written shortly after the Passing away of my beloved wife, Ruth on March 27th.  Her Funeral was from St. John the Divine Church in Maple Ridge on April 4th at which time many great Family and Friends were present.  It was a great comfort to me and to the family to know so many people cared and shared their love. So has ended the most beautiful marriage immaginable after we pledged our vows to each other more than 68 years before. And now, although our physical presence has come to a close, our spiritual contact is simply in abeyance until we meet again in the Kingdom of God in heaven. We both believe in the Communion of Saints and have done since we each committed our lives to the Lord Jesus, before we ever met. The Promise of God for His Children never wavers – His Love, in Jesus’ name is the same, today, yesterday and forever.

So I carry on, with the members of the Family standing by to share the love that is so precious across the miles, in every way possible in their busy lives.  I do not feel lonely because I am in the very presence of our Lord and Shepherd, who surrounds me with His constant love and Spirit. His final contact with His Apostles before He ascended into Heaven to be with His Father until His coming again, gives us the assurance that His Spirit will be with us constantly  until He comes again to guide, comfort, teach and empower us while we carry on in trust.
We do not know the time or place of our being called to our final breath.  But we can be sure we will be called to be  home, to be with “those whom we have loved and lost awhile”. And although we will not simply be “reunited in Marriage.” ‘There is no marrying nor giving in Marriage in Heaven’, (Matthew 22:30), every person in Heaven will know one another in the deepest of  Love, in the Presence of the Lord Jesus. I have no doubt whatsoever that Ruth is in heaven with the Lord God our Father, Jesus our Saviour, the Holy Spirit, the Saints and the Angels of God. So I am a widower, awaiting my call to go home to heaven, to be where everyone loves everyone else.  I believe that we will all know our departed loved ones and love everyone in  Heaven as there will be no sin in Heaven, else it would no longer be perfect.

There is no reason to become careless about our life when we lose our mates, just because we will not simply continue our marriage relationship as a couple in Heaven. We will be hugely blessed in the Father’s Kingdom  as we continue to serve Him in holiness and righteousness and obedience, where time is not a factor -  neither a hindrance nor a help.  Time is a factor only here in our present life where days are measured in hours and minutes and seconds. Time does fly and is precious. We ought not to waste it, but spend it wisely in becoming the person we are called to be with the gifts we have been given. That task is to be effective in serving others, making sure they know the Lord Jesus is calling as many as we have contact with and sharing the best news of all, the Love of the Lord.

“The Other Night Dear, When I Lay Sleeping”. # One

“The Other Night Dear, When I Lay Sleeping”.  # One
by Dick Hunt, April 8th, 2013.
Well, it was six in the morning, today and I was having a series of dreams, very vivid dreams, going back into my past.  Good dreams of real people and experiences. That is the way many of my stories originate in my  present  life. When I finally awoke fully at seven A.M., I wrote down notes to preserve a whole list of new stories.

From a very busy and demanding life of Cattle Ranching in Alberta, I went to Calgary and joined the R.C.A.F. in July 1941. I had a fancy for training for Air Crew but the Medical people  “discovered” that I had a heart murmur, (which never showed up in any other medical check up).  By that time they had shifted me into Radio Technology and I was studying at Calgary Tech, under the Grandstand at the Exhibition Grounds.  I was tied to the Air Force but studying with Tech. I was paid the sum of $30.00 per month, ‘maintenance’, every cent of which went to my landlady, who happened to be a cousin, Suzy Watt, in a second story suite on 8th Ave, West. She had two grown children, Keith who was single and Dorothy who was married to Bruce Robinson. Bruce was a brilliant Radio Technician and was a help to me in my studies. He could easily send and receive 60 words per minute on a Morse Code Key.  I managed to find $20 and with it to buy a used Bicycle to ride to my classes.  So from July 1 to the week before Christmas I was in civies but under the control of the R.C.A.F. After a leave of three days to visit my family on the Ranch, I was transported to Toronto.
There, with 10,000 other recruits I was given an upper bunk in “The Sheep Pen” at the Exhibition Grounds beside Lake Ontario. We were given all the normal “shots” in the arm to preserve health, endless drill on the tarmac to learn how to march and follow orders, fitted with uniforms, given hair cuts which broke many a heart and took three minutes each.  We were assigned ‘Regimental Numbers’ which we had to call out on all occasions, such as Pay Day and which I now use as part of my access to Internet Banking.  The post office was away up at the top of the bleachers and it was either have lunch or get the mail but not both.  Learn how to deliver a proper salute or you will run afoul of a newly commissioned young Pilot Officer. Learn how to obey the Sargent Major or get reamed out. It was altogether a new life.

My bunk was surrounded by a bevy of recruits from Texas who wanted to get into the fight.  They were obviously a tough bunch.  We had been severely warned not to drink any alcohol after we had our shots as it might kill us.  But, reasoned the Texas group, “we are tough”. When I woke the following morning, the tough ones were short some members who had died during the night. The rest were taken to  hospital. The uniforms we were issued were somewhat ill fittng but the problem was that they weren’t snow gear. And winter was quickly upon us.  No proper head wear or overcoats. Our next port of call was  Montreal for the Radio Techs and we were met with a huge snow fall, no winter foot wear and endless marching to help sell “War Bonds” to bolster the costs of war. A rude awakening!

57 Is A Milestone Year For Me.

57 Is A Milestone Year For Me.
by Dick Hunt, April 11th, 2013.
My Father and dear friend and mentor passed away peacefully in his sleep on April 6th 1957 at the age of 71, just 12 days before his 72nd birthday. He had given me not only an instructive training in good behaviour but a shining example of truth and moral certitude in his own life, on exhibit day by day. He was firm but I always knew the reasoning behind his standards, as did my four siblings. I cannot think of another family who grew up so united in purpose and morality as ours. We never found reason to disagree and we were the dearest of friends. I am the only surviving member of that family.

And then, on May 30th that year I was Ordained a Deacon in the Anglican Church, with authority to give myself to the limit of my ability in caring for the spiritual needs of people in a number of Parishes and Missions in east central Alberta. That is one of the reasons that my e mail address, web address etc. have 57 as part of the identity. And that is why I so fully trust that God called me to the Ministry which has since occupied my time, efforts and energies, since after six months as a Deacon I then received the additional authority to serve as a Priest (called “Presbyter” in a number of other Churches.) I still serve as such, though in the limited capacity of one who still has the authority to serve, as a retired Pastor with diminished mobility, but still with the fire of the Holy Spirit of the Living God to nourish me. And that is why, I am sure, God has given me a memory and ability to share in print.
My Mother was the spiritual pillar in the household, who taught us to pray, to sing praises, to yearn to learn as we worshiped in the little Church building in the country with Dad at the wheel with his full support. How beautifully they confirmed each other as a team as they esteemed each other day by day. The little Church Building, known as “St. Paul’s, was just where me met for Worship and recieving instruction. The Church is the People of God, the Body of Christ who gather there. When I first began to heed the call of God to share the Good News of Salvation made available through Jesus as Saviour and Lord, I taught Sunday School there. Shortly after I began to share the Good News as a commisioned Lay Reader (Lay Minister) before finally plunging in to be prepared for Ordination in a trustworthy Anglican College in Saskatoon Sask. God has so fulfilled His calling and preparing and empowering of me and enabled me to Preach and Teach the Gospel for more than 60 years.

The story would be very incomplete without the knowledge that my beloved wife and Mother of our four great children, Ruth, has stood and laboured at my side in the perfect harmony that has made our life together a testimony to His goodness and power to take of our weakness and make it His strength for His Glory and Praise. Right up to the very recent passing away of Ruth in Holyrood Manor, where she received such loving care from the staff, she continued to show forth the Love of God to the staff and patients alike, thus bringing Glory to God, as we are all called upon to do. I could not say less.

A Quick Answer to Prayer.

A Quick Answer to Prayer.
by Dick Hunt, March 29th, 2013.

When I visited my wife, Ruth on Wednesday, I did so in the knowledge that she was not well and was informed by her Care Home on the phone that I should just visit her in her room and hold her hand. She was in fact hardly aware of my presence. My prayer for her immediately shifted to her comfort and I prayed that “if she was not able to regain her health, “Father, in your Love and Mercy, please take her Home to be with you.” Just minutes before midnight, she passed away peacefully with my daughter Gail present, Gail immediately phoned me and I hurriedly dressed and went back to Holyrood with her. She was so peaceful and lovely and after a visit with the lovely staff, we went back to my suite and to bed.

So altered a life changing experience of greatly fulfilling love which began with our meeting for the first time on January fourth, 1943 in a Parish Hall in St. Stephen’s Church Calgary. Neither of us has ever doubted in the least degree that God our Father who loves us all so deeply and without reserve, brought us together and has been our preserver, guide and ‘programmer’ ever since that first moment. Nothing that we have done has ever merited the joys we have known so wondrously for all the years, except that we have ‘walked with our Lord and tried to serve Him. We have never merited His love, nor can we. Nor can anyone else, for the only perfect person who ever lived, Jesus by His own willing death on the Cross HAS, FOR US ALL paid the price of salvation , by the mercies of God, for all the persons who have ever lived or will ever live on this planet.

Another quick prayer is, “Jesus, I choose to be your follower and Disciple, wherever you will lead me” (Disciple means, Disciplined one). I have shared the Good News of Jesus’ love and salvation with many people since I came to believe in Him and have never known a new believer who showed any emotion except joy, gladness, relief, excitement, new understanding and desire to share their new found Lord with anyone who will listen. We have just celebrated today, called “Good Friday” the death of Jesus on the Cross to make it possible for all believers to be with Him, in the Kingdom of God, Father and creator of all that is, and with all those who respond to His everlasting Love.

Thus I have virtually no doubt that my beloved Ruth is with the Lord and all who have believed in Him down the ages. We will know each other with joy and universal love when we meet again, with no regrets or pain or ‘unrest’.

I reveal without qualification that I deeply regret that I have to this point apparently failed to persuade many people who are very dear to me the urgency of making personal commitments to the Lord Jesus, through whom alone we have access to the Kingdom of God for Eternity. Of this matter too, I have no reservations or doubts and Jesus IS the only way home.The noises and opinions of the world around us speak all too loudly for many ‘moderns’ to allow them to hear the voice of the Lord God, to be taught the truths they so desperately need, to decide where they need to go to look after their future course to live forever with the Lord who cannot be mocked. He wants to love us back to Him with His everlasting love and He knows the Way, the Truth and the Love, is Jesus, the Living Lord.

Being in Jerusalem.

Being in Jerusalem.
by Dick Hunt, March 26th, 2013.

At the threshold of Holy Week my memory has swept back to being there with a group led by St. John’s Parish some years ago. We had a Bus , a Driver and a Official Guide. The latter was fluent, (we were told) in 31 languages, very caring and was well versed in both the Hebrew and Christian Scriptures. We flew to London and then to Israel, to Tel Aviv where we met our Bus. Although we covered briefly almost all Israel in 12 days on the ground, the highlights were Jerusalem and Bethlehem. Our Hotel was just outside the old Walled City and I remember how moving it was to realize we were actually walking where Jesus walked. We saw the City from the Mount of Olives, from the Garden of Gethsemani, from Bethany, from the Wailing Wall which is really just the supporting ramparts of the original Temple of Solomon. Our first View of the “Hill Golgotha” where the Crucifixion took place taught us why it is sometimes called “The Place of the Skull”, for the facing slope immediately looks like a skull, just beyond being where Jesus was crucified, along with two murderers. Jesus’ Body was taken down from the Cross by a man called ‘Joseph of Arimathera’, who had made his own Tomb prepared in a Garden, carved from a rock face. It had never been used, so Jesus’ Body was laid there and a large stone was rolled in front of the door and an armed guard stationed there to keep the Apostles from stealing His Body. And so the sun set on the scene of the first “Good Friday”, when God turned the sad into the Victory!

Ruth and I went into the tomb and it was as the Bible described – very moving to see where Jesus Body had lain until early on Sunday morning. The Women were first at the tomb with spices to better Honor the One they had loved and cared for. And so they saw the Risen Saviour first and thought He was the Gardener until he spoke to Mary Magdalene, who recognized His voice and ran to tell the Apostles of His Rising. Over the next 40 days “He was seen many times in His Risen Body and on one occasion by more than 500 people at once”. He appeared in rooms where the door was locked and barred, to people in their home until they “recognized Him in the ‘breaking of the bread’”. On the beach where He broiled some fish, in the ordinary places where they had known him before. When they were certain that He had overcome death and thus that the sin of the world was also defeated in his willing death for all believers, He led them out to the Mount of Olives where he commissioned them to go out to all nations, teaching them what had happened and Baptizing them in the Name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. And He promised them He would send them His Spirit to dwell in them until He comes again to judge the world at the end of the age. And as C. S. Lewis said, “when the playwrite walks on stage, the play is over”. The day of judgement is at hand. All our decisions regarding our opportunity to say yes to the Son of God as Lord and Saviour will now be made and past. Are we there yet? The day is at hand. We have seen where it all transpired. Just as was stated in the Bible. Come, come.

“Emma and I.”

“Emma and I.”
by Dick Hunt, March 26th, 2013.

I have borrowed the name from a book I just read and thoroughly enjoyed. Emma was a Seeing Eye Dog, a real live Dog. A precious Dog, and “I” was the Author, a woman who lost her eyesight very early in life. She wrote the book. I can’t loan you the book. I borrowed it. But with the large number of Canine pets in Fraserview Village and generally throughout Maple Ridge, I can rejoice with you for these fine friends which bring such joy and comfort to so many people. When I visit my dear Ruth in Holyrood Manor, I often see dogs on leash, taken by their owners to visit patients and lighten their days and bring smiles to their faces and sparkle to their eyes.

Emma was a most remarkable Dog, and the author wrote the book herself. Just reading it brought chuckles – and tears to my eyes. I have often observed blind persons with their dogs and I am now much better informed of the process through which both the person and the dog go to make a team of them and provide freedom of movement and mobility when out in public. It is uncanny to me how they can function safely when out in public, in the midst of heavy traffic, understand spoken directions and requests from person to dog and tugs and gentle nudges from dogs to person to go shopping in the right stores and then get back through the hazards to the relative safety of their homes. There are kerbs to be negotiated, steps to be ascended and descended and numerous on the spot decisions to be made by Person and Dog each minute.

In no instance did the Author exhibit any kind of teary “help me” attitude, but sought only to live life to the fullest degree possible while helping other people to understand Blindness in the midst of the hosts of “Sighted People”. She became a well employed Switchboard Operator, learned how to purchase becoming clothes, apply make up to compliment her clothes, speak clearly to meetings when she shared her experiences. Braille was her way of recording and sharing her knowledge. In due course she married a wonderful man and together they enjoyed life in their own home, had a lovely baby daughter and brought great joy to each other.

Then she heard from her brother of a Doctor who was an early pioneer in Eye Surgery and was having some success with early Cataract removal. Although her case was very advanced and the technique in it’s early stages, she underwent the surgery and regained the sight she had lost progressively from a very young age. Then began the recovery of the “Life of the Sighted Person” after so many years of being partnered with her Emma and the undoing of all the habits and activities of more than eleven years dependent upon each other. She had never seen a tree in leaf, an ocean, colors, human faces – anything and was now living in a world where everything was new. The color of her Dog, her husbands face, the buses on which she rode, the dogs which barked, the streams which sounded friendly. Blind people live in a different world to sighted people and the change from one way of life to the other is a major step, both ways. How greatly I enjoyed the book!

Houseboats At Williams Lake.

Houseboats At Williams Lake.
by Dick Hunt, March 23rd, 2013.

When we were living at Williams Lake, Ruth was working flat out at various jobs. I was fully employed in my Vocation as a Minister, often working up to 60 or 70 hours a week. One year, Ruth was able to have a vacation for two weeks which didn’t coincide with my holiday (30 days) and so we couldn’t travel until her vacation began. A man called Walter operated a business which was engaged in building House Boats for use on the Shuswap Lakes and he was desperate for craftsmen to get some units ready for delivery. He was told by a friend that I was both able and available to provide the help he needed. I reported for work at 7 AM on a Monday morning and asked him what he wanted me to do. He lead me up a ladder to the top of a Houseboat, with tools and hardware and instructed me to install metal moulding all around the forty foot by ten foot roof with 2 screws every four inches. Then he told me to mount standards every six feet all around the perimeter to hold a sturdy chain safety barrier for Sun Bathers all around. At ten o’clock the buzzer sounded for coffee break and I went down the ladder with my tools; the job was finished.

After coffee break I asked Walter what he wanted me to do next. He said, “just finish the job on the roof”. When I said I had finished, he said, “you can’t be finished, it normally takes a whole day to do it”. He led me back to the roof, inspected the job, and said, I had done a better job than any other worker and in much less time.
I stayed the two weeks I had agreed to work including the two Saturdays and he wanted me to continue to help. I spent the rest of my time doing finishing work on the interiors of the big boats. He was the kind of man I liked to work with as he was a stickler for doing the best possible job.

My Father was that kind of man too, so I had been schooled in the morality of ‘Do your best’. My Dad always set the pattern for us Children and for the crew (of which we were a part), that worked on the Ranch He was out in front, setting the standard and the pace. He never expected any of us to do any task he would not do himself. Our Mother too was a fine example of what we were expected to do as part of the very active family in our home. We children were all taught to wash dishes, clean floors, help with the laundry (in those days, to crank the early washing machines and wringers), hang out the clothes. And Worship God, especially on Sunday.

When I joined the Royal Canadian Air Force in 1940, trained in Radio Technology for a year in Calgary and Montreal and went to Active Service on a Bomber and Reconnaissance Squadron off the Coast of B.C. I was told to report to a Staff Sgt. in one of the Hangars, which I did. I introduced myself to him and he asked where I was from. I said I had just arrived from Montreal. He said, “no, I mean where were you born and raised?”. I said, “on a Cattle Ranch in Alberta”. He said, “Thank God we’ve got someone around here who can do something”. We got along fine together. I have never been troubled by being expected to work to high standards. I am energized by that.

God Has A New Car

God Has A New Car.
by Dick Hunt, April 10th, 2012.

Around 1960, when we lived in Stettler Alberta, on a Sunday morning in the spring we had a new car.  I drove into the parking lot at the Church just as a family was getting out of their car alongside.  A little girl said, “look Mummy, God has a new car”. Her Mummy said “hush dear, that is Mr. Hunt’s car”. I thought it was a good line, because everything in Creation belongs to God including the bodies of all the world’s people.  We only have our bodies during the time when we live in this world, then they return to dust and ashes.

Well, I am certainly not God but every breath I inhale is a gift from God, who gave me the breath of life at my birth. He also designed the whole Creation, everything in it, not only planet earth and all  it contains but ‘all of interstellar space’ with the myriad heavenly bodies.  From the most insignificant human dwelling to the most magnificent castle, everything in them and the people who live in them belong to God.  We will be called to account for what we did with the time and the things we used in our pilgrimage as we pass through this life. A large portion of the New Testament was written by St. Paul, who was a ‘Pharisee of the Pharisees’ a prominent member to the ruling Hebrew  party, who in his early years did all he could to destroy the Christian Church; until he met Jesus on the road to Damascus and was speedily converted, becoming the very effective missionary so effective for Christ.

So we have a lifetime, whether long or short in which to decide whether we will come to terms with God our Maker and Provider as we make our way through. And none of us knows when our physical death will occur. St. Paul said that our bodies are like “Tents” in which we live while we are here. He spent his life after meeting Jesus Christ on the road to Damascus, sharing the Good News of Salvation with everyone he was able to contact. The area where he was encountered by Jesus was where so much agony and suffering is now being inflicted on millions of people. Yet Jesus, the only Son of God, came into the world to be the Prince of Peace, to show the whole human race the Love of the Father and to be the only Saviour for all of humanity. There is no other way to come to the Father and Creator

In the National Post today there was a full page spread given to letters to the Editor for and against belief in a god. It was interesting reading but would not likely persuade anyone for or against believing. But it gave freedom for people to sound off and let off steam. I believe in the God who I believe created all things out of nothing, making all the raw materials, the space which is beyond imagining, designing all things, preserving all things and yet loving without limit all of us humans, believers and unbelievers alike. He will not give up on us until we cease to draw breath. I believe in Jesus Christ, His Son, our Lord, who loves us all so much, that with all our warts and disobedience and while we were yet sinners died in our place to purchase with his own blood the forgiveness which alone will open the gate of heaven and let us in.

I am happy with the talents and studies of Scientists who are doing their jobs to try to unravel the hows of  creation and I am content to believe that the Bible is not a scientific text book. In no way does it claim to be such.  It just says God did it by his Word of Command and I  am happy with that.  If he is really God, it means he had the power to do that.  I believe too that at the right time, in the right place he caused the Virgin Mary to conceive a child without benefit of a human father and that when the Child was born he was God’s only Son and that Jesus is the Word of God clothed in a human body, no less human than we are and yet still  Divine – God among us for about 33 years.  God still among us as the Holy Spirit, since the risen Lord Jesus ascended in his  Glorified Body, 40 days after Easter.

What causes me to believe?  I read my Bible as I have been doing regularly for nearly seventy years.  And I choose to believe, having made my choice deliberately at the age of 32, when Jesus made himself very present and alive to me as I was working in Agriculture.    I find the evidence powerfully in support of believing.  I find believing is a great way to live, filled with hope and joy and gladness. I believe that Faith in the Living God is for anyone who will ask, search, and want to know the truth. I know full well that nothing I have done gives me any claim to enter into Eternal life but only by the sacrifice of Jesus on the Cross may I or anyone else in all creation enter into the Kingdom of God to be with God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit forever, with all who have believed. The choice is ours. Only believe and you will see and experience the Power of God, in you.

Baptism With or Without Instruction

Baptism With or Without Instruction.
by Dick Hunt, April 4th, 2012.

Years ago in an Alberta Parish  a young man began coming to our Sunday evening services  and initially for many weeks he always came after the services began and left just before the last hymn. I was curious, but finally he stayed behind and told me the reason.  He was sizing us up and determining if we were consistent and could be trusted to tell the truth.  Then he told me that he and his wife had a baby daughter that was not baptized and could we arrange for that. Then he told me that his wife was not baptized and could we talk about that. He invited me to visit them in their home.

I duly spent an evening with them and they asked me many questions.  They had both been brought up in another Church and he had been very active there for years.  His wife told me that she would like to think about becoming an Anglican but that she would feel very disloyal if she changed churches.  I gently told her that no-one could be a  member of any Church unless they were Baptized and that therefore she had not been a ‘member’ of her former Church, but an ‘adherent’.  With that in mind, we spent a good deal of time discussing Baptism, what it meant, why it was important, what it accomplished and promised. In due course we baptized both the Mother and daughter at a Sunday Service and the little family became very active, effective happy members of  St. George’s Parish in Stettler Alberta.

Ron and Ruth spread the word around that they had been having great learning experiences in our visits about Baptism and Church membership and as a result another young couple who had just been blessed with the birth of their second child phoned me and asked for a visit.  We had several very lively sessions and they asked me to re-baptize their first child and baptize their newborn baby.  I asked them where their first child was Baptized and by whom and when I learned that my predecessor had officiated, using the Book of Common Prayer service, I told them that their child was certainly baptized and could not be baptized again. Their problem was that they had not been counseled before that baptism and therefore felt that the service was not valid due to their own lack of understanding. So, again at a Sunday Service, we baptized the new baby and the couple became happy and active members of the Church.

An added blessing was that both these couples and through their influence six other young couples with young families became keen to press on with their studies  and all eight couples became a very  excited group fellowship in a Confirmation class which met once a week in the evening for around eight months and really dug deeply in their desire to learn how to live and share the Christian life.  I am still in touch with some of them and they have never flagged in their praise and worship and service as leaders in the Parishes in which they have lived. Jesus Christ has never  let them go and they are still His happy Pilgrims, on the way to the Kingdom in heaven.

International Earth Day

International Earth Day.
(Fast Approaching)
by Dick Hunt, Tuesday, April 3rd, 2012.

No matter whose side we are on in the ongoing debate about Global Warming, it only makes good sense to look after this planet on which we live as responsibly as we possibly can. I am thankful that I was brought up in a very caring family which taught us to be grateful for this beautiful world and leave it in better shape than we found it in our passage through life.  And for the past 33 years, Ruth and I and a host of friends have used only earth friendly cleaning products, (people friendly too) which do a superb job of doing all the cleaning. That includes our personal cleanliness too, for we are parts of the environment.

From very early in his life, the founder of the Company that makes our products  strove to treat this beautiful world with great respect and gratitude. His name was Forrest C. Shaklee and he founded Shaklee Corporation 56 years ago in California. For 56 years, Shaklee Members have had access to a full line of cleaning products which are not only very effective, but fully biodegradable returning to nature within 36 hours,  leaving no residue and all this at about one quarter the cost of over the counter competitors.  They use no harsh chemicals, no toxic fumes pervade the homes in which they are used and  I have absolutely no hesitation whatever as I do all I can to share these great products.

Be cleaner than ever in your homes.  Never be troubled with noxious fumes which militate against your family’s health.  Save a bunch of money . And anyone may easily arrange to order their own products by 1-800 phone or on the internet with delivery to your door within five business days. And Shaklee does all the book-keeping for you. Yes, and even pays you a hefty bonus for sharing the products with other folks.  Don’t look for the products in retail stores. They are only sold through Independent Distributors, as they are so superior  and economical that we share not only the products but the knowledge of how to use them for the best results. More is not better.  Use according to the directions.  We don’t buy water as is the case with most other cleaning products.. We use tap water and mix the products according to the cleaning task in hand. Find a Distributor in your community by e mailing canada@shaklee.ca or ask me and I will gladly Sponsor you as a Member and get you started, which I can do over the phone.

Oh, and cleaning products are just part of the blessings.  Shaklee also markets the safest, most effective, pure, food based  Nutritional Supplements in the world and we have used them too for 33 years.  They only became available in Canada 35 years ago.  Personal care products too. Hair care.  Water purifers.  Ruth and I are in our 92nd year and not on any prescription medications, yet we are healthy and active and enjoying life. We know that all the products are based on the meticulous work of Shaklee Scientists for the best products avaialble,  guaranteed by  Shaklee.