O Canada, Hannah stands on guard for thee

In time to celebrate for Canada Day, the country has a new citizen with a brand new Canadian passport in hand.

Her name is Hannah. She has a story.

Faithful Reader knows some of, it, how gruelling an experience this has all been for some years as expressed in this New Vision piece.

But after, by God’s grace, Hannah’s adoption was finalized in Uganda, we knew Canadian citizenship wasn’t far off.

The citizenship file was worked on for many months very diligently by My Bride, then bolstered through the help of the office of our local MP, David Sweet, as we dealt with Canadian immigration officials.

Recently, the hard-lifting completed, I walked into the Canada Immigration office in Hamilton with that file in hand.

“Consider it done,” they told me.

Two weeks later Hannah’s Canadian passport was in our hands

And so we celebrate, especially with this piece from Saturday’s Spectator, which is here and also below.

It’s for Hannah, of course. But, really, it’s for anyone who is blessed to call Canada home.

Canada Day morning, I’m on the road with Hannah and the rest of the kids to a camp named Crossroads, a place with some great hope, one mentioned previously here and here.

For a new Canadian, one whose life would have been far different in her native country, I couldn’t think of a more appropriate name, a better place to be.

Happy Canada Day, Hannah. And all.

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O Canada, Hannah stands on guard for thee

(The Hamilton Spectator – Saturday, June 27, 2015)

My youngest daughter, Hannah, is a cool girl who loves water, makes friends easily and puts lots of maple syrup on her pancakes. She laughs more than I do, often from a deep and hearty place.

She likes the fact that her name – which in the original Hebrew means “gracious” or “God’s gift to the world” – is spelled the same forwards and back.

Canada is cool too. It makes fine maple syrup and, as far as countries go, laughs more than many. Of course, Canada would never consider itself anything like God’s gift to the world even if the evidence suggests it actually might be. Canada, for the most part, has always been more unassuming than that.

Unlike Hannah’s name, Canada’s is not a palindrome. It’s Iroquois for “settlement” and backwards it just spells Adanac. This is odd for sure, but better than Cabotia, Efisga or Hochelaga, some of the now forgotten also-rans that were once bandied about for this new dominion.

Hannah came into our family peacefully without painful labour. My wife and I had prayed one day in our Hamilton kitchen for a young African girl to adopt, some unknown, nameless child we could then name Hannah in honour of my late mother.

Sometime later, at a Ugandan orphanage, a little girl approached us gently and looked up to say hi. “And just who might this girl be?” I asked, before being informed, “This girl is Hannah.” And so our prayer, as is often the case with prayer, was answered in an unexpected but more meaningful way.

Canada is also known for the gentle way it joined the world’s family of nations. There was no painful labour involving blood, no revolution in that sense.

That doesn’t mean Canada has never fought for things worthwhile. Life – real, deep, abundant life – doesn’t come without one struggle or another.  But even today, in Canada, beautiful people like Hannah are not likely to be shot dead in, say, a church basement, just because they’re black.

Canada is the second largest country in the world. Sea to shining sea it stretches over 7,000 km. On a train called The Canadian it takes three days to travel just from Toronto to Vancouver, that’s without stopping along the way like I did when I once rode it to the Pacific. But when you say, “I’ll have a Canadian,” you’re likely referring to the beer.

Hannah is the second largest child in our family. If you lay her east to west she stretches 139 cm. One day when she’s bigger I hope to again take that long train ride, that quintessentially Canadian trip, this time with family. Then she and I, both immigrants, can toast (yes, when she’s of age) with some Canadian beer aboard The Canadian train.

I wish I could tell you that Hannah is a perfect girl. Ask her siblings. She’s not perfect any more than Canada is a perfect country. Even so, Hannah is loved deeply. Not just because of her name or how she came to us in Uganda, but because anyone from anywhere in any family needs to be loved for who they are.

There’s plenty about Hannah that I haven’t told you, even as I’ve left out lots about Canada. There aren’t enough books to contain all there’s to know. Even so, Hannah is part of a larger story, her very name, I believe, already written in a Very Great Book.

This is my daughter’s story. I’ll never tire of telling it any more than Hannah will tire of hearing it. Because we all have a story and we all need to hear it and know it and appreciate it through what can be the noise of the world.

Now her story includes the fact that very recently, after a long and bumpy ride, Hannah from Uganda became Hannah the Canadian citizen. This, with all its rights and privileges and responsibilities. One can barely imagine a more valuable honorific: Canadian citizen.

One day Hannah will be older and I’ll stop writing about her. Today, however, is not that day. Today is Hannah’s day. Her celebration.

Even as it’s a celebration for Canada and for anyone so blessed to call Canada home.

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2 Comments

  1. Susan Kerr July 1, 2015 at 12:20 am

    Welcome officially, Hannah! God bless you in all the places God calls you to be.

  2. eve mukasa July 1, 2015 at 6:19 am

    What a Great story! It makes a lot of sense to me, a Ugandan Doctor who witnesses very often babies being abandoned in Ugandan hospitals/streets and finally into orphanages.

    God truly has a great plan for each one of us no matter what the challenges of life may be.

    Congratulations Hannah-the Canadian girl who really loves Marple syrup! God knew you could only find that in Canada,and there you are!

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