The Rev. Dr. John Joseph Mastandrea



The Rev. Dr. John Joseph Mastandrea became minister of spiritual growth and pastoral care development at Metropolitan United in 2000. John Joseph cut his teeth in the Etobicoke area of Toronto and now resides in Cabbagetown, he is "connected with the urban landscape, with the internal and eternal song."

He has Bachelor of Science in Chemistry, Master of Divinity, Master of Religious Education, Master of Arts and Ministry  of Spirituality degrees , all from the University of Toronto. John Joseph completed his Doctorate from Chicago Theological Seminary, May 2009. Ordained in 1989, he is a certified Labyrinth Facilitator, Stephen Leader, and Spiritual Director following in the footsteps of Ignatius Loyola and Teresa of Avila. John Joseph believes in nurturing body, mind and spirit. Monday to Friday at the local gymn, reading and meditating daily  weaves three key components of life. Nurture for self to nurture for others. This is the credo he lives by. John Joseph is a Christian Mystic who lives by these words.

“The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares.” Henri Nouwen

John Joseph has served congregations from the Maritimes, Saskatchewan, northern Ontario and rural Quebec to urban and suburban parts of the Greater Toronto Area.

John Joseph's volunteer work for the church and community includes: Chairperson of the Toronto South East Presbytery Pastoral Relations Commission,  membership in the Toronto Area Interfaith Council, Police Chaplin to 51 Division, Membership in the Toronto Rotary, Chair Person the Toronto Rotary Community Services Committee and Chair of the World Aids Concert Committee a benefit for Casey House. Volunteer ministry has included positions as chairperson of the Worship and Liturgy Committee of Toronto Conference for four years, chairperson of the Mission Committee of Toronto South Presbytery, chairperson of the Planning and Development Committee and co-chairperson of the Christian Development Committee in York Presbytery north of Toronto, chairperson of the AIDS Committee of York Region since 1998, and member of the Pastoral Care Committee of York Central Hospital in Richmond Hill. He represented Canada as a delegate to the World Council of Churches in Geneva, Switzerland, in February 1990.

Today John Joseph seeks to meet people where they are and  build the capacity for relations between people in a diverse spectrum of society.

Dr. Mastandrea's Thesis: icon Mastandrea - Even The Rocks Will Cry Out (2.6 MB)

                                                         

 
31
Jan 12

When the day of the new Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place. And suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting. Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and a tongue rested on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages, as the Spirit gave them ability.

Now there were devout people from every nation under heaven living together in one city..And at this sound the crowd gathered and was bewildered, because each one heard them speaking in the native language of each.7Amazed and astonished, they asked, ‘Are not all these who are speaking people of faith? And how is it that we hear, each of us, in our own truth. Moslems, Buddhists, Hindhus, and Jews,—in our own languages we hear them speaking about God’s deeds of power.’

 

It was a time to gather and hear the words from across the ages. The place was the home of Paul Hellyer the author of Light at the End of the tunnel. The people who were part of the colloquium include: Dr. Advaita Mandhar, Hindu ; Zul Kassamali,Moslem; Azim Shamshiev, Moslem; Rabbi Miriam Margles, Jewish; Chander Khanna, Hindhu; Zen Acharya. Buddhist; Michael Skaljin, Buddhist; Fr. Damian MacPherson, Christian, The Rev. Dr. Malcolm Sinclair, Christian; The Hon. Paul Hellyer, Christian; and The Rev. Dr. John Joseph Mastandrea, Christian. It is important as we approach this milestone of the twenty first century that we meet the opportunity presented to us. It is the moment to pause, listen and hear the insights of our brothers and sisters in faith. We have the opportunity to learn from each other as we address collectively issues of poverty and the environment. We posed the question ‘who we are and what can be done’? The who we are, is simply understood as a collection of individuals who come as ambassadors of faith to deliberate and discern a viable path forward.

At the first meeting we referrered to Karen Armstrong’s Charter for Compassion.

The principle of compassion lies at the heart of all religious, ethical and spiritual traditions, calling us always to treat all others as we wish to be treated ourselves. Compassion impels us to work tirelessly to alleviate the suffering of our fellow creatures, to dethrone ourselves from the centre of our world and put another there, and to honour the inviolable sanctity of every single human being, treating everybody, without exception, with absolute justice, equity and respect.

We reached the crossroads coming together again on the history of our planet we have an invitation to listen, to be, to care and grow together.

We will gather in October 2012 to explore: The beginning of belief....Poverty: The Sunset Clause

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,

Healthy, free, the world before me,

The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose

 

Are not all these who are speaking people of faith? And how is it that we hear, each of us, in our own truth. Moslems, Buddhists, Hindhus, and Jews,—in our own languages we hear them speaking about God’s deeds of power.’

 by The Rev. Dr. John Joseph Mastandrea

15
Jan 12

 

This was the moment a few weeks ago when I heard Tim McCallum sings these words.

This is the moment!This is the day, When I send all my doubts and demonsOn their way!
Every endeavor,I have made - ever -Is coming into play,Is here and now - today!
This is the moment,This is the time,When the momentum and the moment Are in rhyme!
Give me this moment -This precious chance -I'll gather up my past And make some sense at last!
This is the moment,When all I've done -All the dreaming,Scheming and screaming,Become one!
This is the day -See it sparkle and shine,When all I've lived forBecomes mine!
For all these years,I've faced the world alone,And now the time has come To prove to them
I've made it on my own!
This is the moment -My final test -Destiny beckoned,I never reckoned,Second Best!
I won't look down,I must not fall!This is the moment,The sweetest moment of them all!
This is the moment!Damn all the odds!This day, or never,I'll sit forever With the gods!
When I look back,I will always recall,Moment for moment,This was the moment,
The greatest moment Of them all!

Tim McCallum is one of Australia’s most exciting and loved local performers. He is a singer, actor and speaker. His musical career commenced at an early age with a long string of successes in vocal competitions and talent quests around Australia, for which he received many awards. What has made his successes so extraordinary is that Tim is a quadriplegic. At the age of 18, and just two days before he was to start classes at the prestigious “Western Australia Academy of Performing Arts,” he was injured in a diving accident. This tragedy did not deter his pursuit of singing, which he loved. With the help of very dedicated staff at the Academy, he learned special techniques to assist his lungs so as to have the required breath of a singer. He has sung professionally in a number of festivals and musicals. In addition to his singing, Tim has been in demand as an inspirational speaker. At this first meeting of the New Year, we are certain to be inspired by his presentation.

This is the moment for all us all.

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.


This is the moment for all as realize at the core of our humanity is tingling principle. That which stirs us to look deep inside our being in the face of all that disturbs and inspires is that fire the ignites our daily walk.

 

In the text Psalm 139 we hear the writes speak in this moment

 

It was you who formed our inward parts;you fashioned us in my mother's womb.

We praise you, for we are fearfully, wonderfully made.Wondrous are your works; that we know very well.

Our frame was not hidden from you when I was being fashioned in secret,

intricately woven in the mystery of clay.

Your eyes saw our substance taking shape;in your book our every day was recorded; all our days were fashioned,

 

23
Dec 11

THE DAY CHRISTMAS STANDS STILL

The Day Christmas stands still or so it seems as we approach the threshold of the shortest day and the longest night.

For countless generations before, the legacy of lighting fires to push back the night was all the rage.

The custom was for people at this time to join as tribe, family and community. All living in a village or the knoll wherever and however the people place would pay tribute to the land and sky.

The custom and ritual of marking the Winter Solstice has been named Yule. The ancient Celts had an affinity for Yule when you look at the monuments, older than the pyramids of Giza. They represent the stone legacy of human sweat gripping stone in the formation of a monument to heavens. The ancient Celts built three epoch monoliths to the passage of Yule. In New Grange (Ireland), Maeshowe (Scottland) and Brynn Celli Ddu Wales. These megalithic structures are over 5,000 years old, older than stone henge. The main passageways align with the solstice. They align with the rising sun of December 21. It is all about fire and the passage of time. When we move from midnight to the brilliance of midday in the moment of midyear something new is born into our lives.

Then and now we mark the passage of time by the changing of the guard from the longest night to the growing light of the new day. There is story from Myth of the Holly King and the Oak King.

The Sun-God rules the seasons. At Yule, he is the new babe, the embodiment of innocence and joy. He represents the infancy of the returning light. The golden Oak King is the light twin who rules from midwinter to midsummer. The darksome Holly King rules the dark half of the year from Midsummer to Midwinter.

It is all about light. It is about the longest night and the growing day. The longest night and the darkest hour came in Tsunami, earthquake, financial crisis, the occupy movement. The longest day and brilliant second, came in this year past in the celebration of the Royal Wedding and the outpouring of aid to the environmental disasters on the planet.

The dark path becomes the way to the light when we cross the threshold from one realm to another.

New Grange is a vibrant monument to a legacy of ancient memory.

Brought to a brumal standstill, here I lie
Obliquely floored, mouth curbed by stones that speak
In pick-dressed spirals, egghead sucked bone dry,
Waiting for dawn inside my skull to streak.

Sungod and riverbride died in my bed
To live as bead and elkshorn under earth.
One cairn eye stayed open to feed the dead
A ray of wintry hope, fixed on rebirth.

Up a dark passage, brightening from far back,
A sunbeam seeks my carved leakproof abode.
As pollen dust ignites my pebble stack
The tomb I’ve made becomes a vivid road.

Once a year it may strike me, a pure gift
Making light work, a mound of greywacke lift

When we cross from the realm of darkness to the brilliant beacon of day something happens. Our heart quickens and we feel the weight of our step become lighter.

This happens for me when I hear of the news for the good day. A dear friend and new Canadian just received word that she can now look for a position in her field. She has received a hard copy of affirmation from the Canadian government. For my friend this piece of paper represents invitation to the good day.

Today a truck load of people arrived from Windsor with 25 bags of winter coats and blackest, and hundreds of pounds of food for the foodbank. This is the invitation to the good day.

When we cross the realm of darkness from interior thinking to outward compassion, something is born and begun. The spark of the new day pushes bag the shadow of indifference and the catalyst of the event ignites in a chain reaction. The power of which could revolutionize energy production if everyfully harnessed. This passage of time is captured for many in ritual and custom in the growing day.

AND THE GROWING DAY-Yule (the lighting of fire), Diwali (the festival of lights), Eid-al-Hadha (the pilgrimage to Mecca), Hanukkah (festival of light, Zoroastrians(Yalda-festival of light), and the Christian celebration( the birth of Jesus),

These festivals stand as a connection with the deep part of our humanity to push back the night and be reborn. The Day Christmas stands still, love is reborn. This is the invitation to the good day!

May you have a wonderful Holiday.
The time has come for the sun to be reborn
He lies in his Mother's womb waiting...
Awaiting his reappearance on this plane.
Let us all rejoice in his rebirth and ours.
Blessed Be!

01
Jan 12

As we say goodbye to 2011 the word patience comes to mind. As we have experience many high roads and low roads it is patience and perseverance that has seen us through to the close of the year.

The Poet Phyllis Webb writes

Patience is the wideness of the night 
the simple pain of stars 
the muffled explosion of velvet 
it moves itself generally 
through particulars 
accepts the telling of time 
without day's relativity. ("Patience")

The two lines that hook me in this compelling work are

“Patience is the wideness of the night and the simple pain of stars.”

In the epicenter of the proclamation “Happy New Year” there is little room left for the simple pain of stars.  And yet the year past has pain and travail in its winding road. I think of the brother-in-law who died leaving behind a wife and two children. And for many of us there would have been family and friends who have left this earth, but whose memory burns brightly inside us. It is the saying goodbye that is wound of our heart. The wound takes time to heal. The wound reminds us of their presence in our lives.

On the World Scene we witnessed the death of Nobel Peace Prize recipient Vaclav Havel.

Václav Havel 5 October 1936 – 18 December 2011) was a Czech playwright, essayist, poet, dissident and politician.

A Nobel Peace Prize nominee, he was the ninth and last president of Czechoslovakia (1989–1992) and the first President of the Czech Republic (1993–2003). He wrote more than 20 plays and numerous non-fiction works, translated internationally.

Havel was a founding signatory of the Prague Declaration on European Conscience and Communism, that proposed the establishment of theEuropean Day of Remembrance for Victims of Stalinism and Nazism.  He also received the United States Presidential Medal of Freedom, the Philadelphia Liberty Medal, the Order of Canada, the freedom medal of the Four Freedoms Award, the Ambassador of Conscience Awardand several other distinctions.

Vaclav Havel took the helm of leadership and brought Czechoslovakia and then the Czech Republic to new uncharted territory as they boldly embraced democracy for the first time.

He is noted for many sage words. This is a noteworthy word from Vaclav Havel,

Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.”

Vaclav Havel offered words of hope to the people of the Czech Republic and to many former eastern bloc countries. Vaclav brings hope to the west and wider world.

Hope carries us through the dark days.

As Phyllis web has written “Patience is the wideness of the night”

As we bid farewell to the nights of 2011, we do not say goodbye but hold many fond moments close to the heart.

We bid hello and welcome to days of 2012. This year brings the 200th anniversary of the War of 1812. The end of the Napoleonic Era witnessed the longing for justice, rescue and freedom for all in the advent of the abolitionist movement.

Changing times then and now stirs us to ask the question of Micah 6:8

“What does the Lord require of you but to do justly, To love mercy, And to walk humbly with your God?"

Do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with your God?

For me 2012 ushers in the great hope that we and especially myself will rediscover that seminal quality of communication that is a live connection by phone or face time that instills that vibrant quality of human emotion and experience.

11
Dec 11

CITY SIDEWALKS AND MANY SIDEWALKS

 

City sidewalks and many sidewalks are the places where we live, the streets where we walk. They are quiet and serene, active and filled with vitality. We are defined by the places that we walk. In this season of Christmas commerce and the selling and purchase of gifts for the special someone there is the deeper quest for the gifts and treasure of the heart. There is living treasure In the carols of the season.

Once in Royal David’s City written by Cecil Frances Alexander recalls the City of David.

“Once in royal David’s city, Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a mother laid her Baby, In a manger for His bed: Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ, her little Child.”

In the city of David and the City where we live we are confronted by moments of birth. The ancients looked to this season where nights lengthen and for the crossing point the winter solstice and the birth of light.  In this day of days we marked the celebration of the Christmas Pageant at Metropolitan and the proclamation of birth. The Pageant is the opening of the story where the pages of the Text come to life. In the raw edges that are familiar and new,  people don the fabric of coloured costume to become for a brief moment the players of the tale: shepherds, angels, sheep, magi, the star bearer,  Mary, Jesus and Joseph. As each person walked the way of the centre aisle something transformed from rough shod fabric to the players in the pageant of promise. In the city of David and in our own city something is born that breaks through the barriers of indifference. The promise of freedom and compassion is the fire path of the heart that breaks into the darkness of the deepest night. In the paths and the city sidewalks that we walk, we ask where are they taking us now? When we don the rough shod fabric of our lives we can find the promise of freedom and compassion born in the path and palm of our hand.

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