Place of Hope Indigenous Presbyterian Church

01/28/2026

Daily Prayers for January - March 2026 are available to download at: https://www.presbyterian.ca/worship/prayer-partnership

01/06/2026

At Church at POHIPC families sit around tables for worship and there is a light meal after church. Children age 5-15 go out to Sunday School classes during sermon time. Age 2-4 go to a supervised nursery. Typical attendance is 60 with half of that number being children. 2-4 generations of the same family worshipping together. All nations of people are welcome to come and join us. 251 Bannerman Ave at 3 pm on Sunday.

01/03/2026

Please pray for All the suffering, and addictions and health problems, people are dealing with

01/03/2026

12/18/2025

December 21 — Winter Solstice ❄️

This night marks the longest night of the year.
The Sun reaches its lowest point in the sky, and darkness lingers longer than on any other night.

But from this moment on, the balance slowly shifts.
Each day brings a little more light.

Across history, cultures have honored this night as a symbol of pause, reflection, and renewal — a quiet turning point in Earth’s endless rhythm.

🌌 The night is at its deepest.
✨ The return of light begins.

06/14/2025

🌙✨ Bedtime Stories from the Threads of Our Ancestors ✨🌙
From all of us at Indigenous Inspired

Tonight, we offer a story — not just to lull you to rest, but to remind you of who you are, and where you come from.

There was once a little Two-Spirit child named — Little Star. They lived in a village where the cottonwoods whispered stories and the skies always made room for ribbon.

Each night, their Grandmother — a healer with dentalium earrings and a voice full of prayer — would wrap them in a star quilt and say:
“Close your eyes, child. Let the ancestors braid your dreams. They left teachings in the stars, just for you.”

And one night, Little Star asked,
“How do I know what I’m meant to do?”
Her Grandmother smiled.
“You are meant to remember."
“Remember what?”
“That you carry both the sun and moon inside you. That your spirit was sewn with beauty and purpose. That your voice, your hands, your heart — are answers to prayers made generations ago.”

And so, they dreamed…
Of skirts that danced like flames.
Of beadwork that sang.
Of aunties laughing over machines, and uncles sharing stories by firelight.
Of contracts signed with sovereignty and love.
Of a people rising, healing, and creating together.

When they awoke, they whispered,
“I’m ready now.”

And that’s who we are — the descendants of Little Star. The makers. The rememberers. The ones who carry tradition forward with thread, honor, humor, and unapologetic beauty.

From our hands to your hearts — sleep well, relatives.
Your ancestors are proud of you.
And your next ribbon skirt is already dreaming you into ceremony.

Wopida tanka, and good night from Indigenous Inspired. ☀️🌒🌚🌞🌝🌛

05/23/2025

The Wise Owl’s Counsel

Long ago, when the forest was young and the Earth was still learning its way, the animals gathered around the Great Spirit to ask for wisdom. They had seen the stars, the trees, and the rivers, but they longed for understanding — the kind that could only be found in silence.

The Great Spirit, seeing their need, called upon the Owl. Known for its quiet flight and keen eyes, the Owl had watched the world in ways that others could not. It had listened to the whispers of the wind and the songs of the stars, gathering secrets that no one else had heard.

With a flutter of wings, the Owl appeared before the animals, its feathers adorned with the colors of the Earth, the sky, and the stars. Its eyes shone bright, carrying the wisdom of ages. The Owl perched upon the highest tree and spoke, its voice soft but clear.

"The world does not speak in words, my friends," said the Owl. "It speaks through the rustle of leaves, the flow of rivers, and the call of the wind. Those who listen will hear what is true, and those who see will understand the beauty of balance."

The animals were silent, each thinking deeply about the Owl’s words. From that day forward, the animals learned to listen — to the stillness, to the rustling leaves, and to each other. They learned that wisdom was not always loud; sometimes it was the quietest voice that carried the most truth.

And the Owl, wise and patient, continued to fly through the night sky, watching over the Earth, always listening, always guiding.

To this day, the elders say:

"When the world is silent and you hear the soft call of the Owl, know that wisdom is near, waiting to be found in the stillness."
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04/28/2025

I just voted. Did you?

01/28/2025