Sermons

Friday, September 30, 2011

Friday afternoon fountain break



A female mallard checks out one of the fountain jets in the large pool
at the WWII Memorial in Washington, DC.



Morning Collect: Jerome






O Lord, O God of truth, your Word is a lantern to our feet and a light upon our path: We give you thanks for your servant Jerome, and those who, following in his steps, have labored to render the Holy Scriptures in the language of the people; and we pray that your Holy Spirit will overshadow us as we read the written Word, and that Christ, the living Word, will transform us according to your righteous will; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Photo of the Day: still life in pewter




Morning Collect: St Michael & All Angels







Everlasting God, you have ordained and constituted in a wonderful order the ministries of angels and mortals: Mercifully grant that, as your holy angels always serve and worship you in heaven, so by your appointment they may help and defend us here on earth; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Breaking News: Moving



Friends,

I am pleased to tell you that I have been called to Bruton Parish Church in Williamsburg, Virginia, to be the associate rector for youth, children and families. I am filled with gratitude for all of your support and prayers during this very long time of transition and am very excited about this new adventure.

Bruton Parish is almost 300 years old and is located in Colonial Williamsburg, the living history museum created in the 1920's.  Read about the parish here and Colonial Williamsburg here!  I feel incredibly blessed to be joining such a storied and generous and wonderful community.

I'm pretty busy with moving and such but prayers and photos will continue as they have been until I can get back to writing again.  I'll have lots of new things to photograph and reflect upon - including new beach venues just an hour or so away from Williamsburg!

God's peace and blessings to you all,

Penny

Photo of the Day: inside a baptismal font



(This is the bottom of the baptismal font at The [Roman Catholic] Cathedral of St John the Baptist in Savannah, GA.)


Morning Collect for the Renewal of Life





O God, the King eternal, whose light divides the day from the
night and turns the shadow of death into the morning: Drive
far from us all wrong desires, incline our hearts to keep your
law, and guide our feet into the way of peace; that, having
done your will with cheerfulness while it was day, we may,
when night comes, rejoice to give you thanks; through Jesus
Christ our Lord. Amen.



(BCP 99)

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Photo of the Day: butterfly on lantana


Morning Collect for Guidance






Heavenly Father, in you we live and move and have our 
being: We humbly pray you so to guide and govern us by 
your Holy Spirit, that in all the cares and occupations of our 
life we may not forget you, but may remember that we are 
ever walking in your sight; through Jesus Christ our Lord. 
Amen.


(BCP 100)


Monday, September 26, 2011

Photo of the Day: Marigolds




Morning Collect: Lancelot Andrewes








Lord and Father, our King and God, by your grace the Church was enriched by the great learning and eloquent preaching of you servant Lancelot Andrewes, but even more by his example of biblical and liturgical prayer: Conform our lives, like his, to the image of Christ, that our hearts may love you, our minds serve you, and our lips proclaim the greatness of your mercy; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Photo of the Day: Bee sleepover



I came outside this morning to see the Mexican sage plant covered in sleeping bees.  There must have been ten of them.  Here's a pair, snoozing away.






The Fifteenth Sunday after Pentecost




O God, you declare your almighty power chiefly in showing mercy and pity: Grant us the fullness of your grace, that we, running to obtain your promises, may become partakers of your heavenly treasure; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Phos hilaron


O Gracious Light Phos hilaron 




O gracious light,
pure brightness of the everliving Father in heaven,
O Jesus Christ, holy and blessed!

Now as we come to the setting of the sun,
and our eyes behold the vesper light,
we sing your praises, O God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

You are worthy at all times to be praised by happy voices,
O Son of God, O Giver of Life,
and to be glorified through all the worlds. 






Morning Collect for Saturday




Almighty God, who after the creation of the world rested from all your works and sanctified a day of rest for all your ceatures: Grant that we, putting away all earthly anxieties, may be duly prepared for the service of your sanctuary, and that our rest here upon earth may be a preparation for the eternal rest promised to your people in heaven; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

(BCP 99)








[this is a photograph of the chapel at St Edward's Episcopal Church in Lawrenceville, GA]

Friday, September 23, 2011

Friday afternoon fountain break




This fountain is at The Forum shopping center in Norcross, Georgia.
The pool is full of pennies and flowers.
Enjoy!


Morning Collect for the future of the human race



O God our heavenly Father, you have blessed us and give us dominion over all the earth: Increase our reverence before the mystery of life; and give us new insight into your purposes for the human race, and new wisdom and determination in making provision for its future in accordance with your will; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

(BCP 828)

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Two Notices

Last night, the State of Georgia executed Troy Davis. I know many people who have been involved in the protests, vigils and other gatherings on Troy's behalf here in Atlanta, including people from my Diocese and people  with whom I went to seminary.  Some of them went to Jackson (the town where the prison is, where the execution took place) last night to keep vigil while others did so here.  I commend their work and their passion.

The Supreme Court delayed Troy's execution for a few hours last night, but in the end, he was denied clemency.  The family of police officer Mark MacPhail say that they have no doubt that Davis was responsible for Officer MacPhail's death and that they are victims, too.  I have no doubt that they are marked forever by the death of their husband/father/brother. And I pray that they find the peace they so desperately must want.

The prosecutor also believes Davis was guilty.  But there were many questions (involving manipulating witnesses mostly) about the original handling of the investigation, seven of the nine witnesses against Troy Davis recanted their testimony, there was no physical evidence to indicate that Davis was the killer, and the Board of Pardons and Paroles was split 3 - 2 about whether to grant clemency.  "Too much doubt" became a catchphrase for this case.  See this article at the New York Times (click here.)  My son went to school this morning wearing a tee-shirt on which he had written Too Much Doubt with a Sharpie.  He doesn't want people to brush this off today.

Some call this execution justice. Others call it revenge. I don't support the death penalty, for many reasons. I don't believe that killing one person for another's death will bring peace, myself. I know reasonable people disagree about this.  But the Letter of James says: mercy trumps justice.  Amen.

As I said on my Facebook status today: I noticed that the ground was wet this morning. Must be angel tears.

And so I pray, Lord have mercy.  Lord have mercy upon all of us.

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I will be away from the blog for a couple of weeks. Morning prayers and photos will be posted daily, but no reflections. See you again soon!

Morning Collect: Philander Chase, Bishop

Almighty God, whose Son Jesus Christ is the pioneer and perfecter of our faith: We give you heartfelt thanks for the pioneering spirit of your servant Philander Chase, and for his zeal in opening new frontiers for the ministry of your Church. Grant us grace to minister in Christ's name in every place, led by bold witnesses to the Gospel of the Prince of Peace, Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.



Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: Pooltime



Morning Collect: St. Matthew





We thank you, heavenly Father, for the witness of your apostle and evangelist Matthew to the Gospel of your Son our Savior; and we pray that, after his example, we may with ready wills and hearts obey the calling of our Lord to follow him; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.



Tuesday, September 20, 2011

As seasons change....


We are finally having a few drops of rain again today.  But too late for these petunias, which are long gone. Dried up in the heat and drought in August. They were lovely, but their season is over.  And although they're not roses, they remind me of the first few lines of this poem:


Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
  Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
  To-morrow will be dying.

(Robert Herrick, 1591-1674)



Morning Collect: John Coleridge Patteson and Companions








Almighty God, you called your faithful servant John Coleridge Patteson and his companions to be witnesses and martyrs in the islands of Melanesia, and by their labors and sufferings raised up a people for your own possession: Pour out your Holy Spirit upon your Church in every land, that by the service and sacrifice of many, your holy Name may be glorified and your kingdom enlarged; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Looking Back



I am at a place in my life where I'm doing some looking back.

Some of it is inspired by cleaning out some drawers and boxes and finding things I forgot I had.  Some of it is inspired by conversations with others (remember that time?) as well as preparing for a conference at the end of October in which I'll be examining my ministry and life and preparing for the next phase in my ministry.  And some of it is the result of continuing to move through the transition I've been moving through for some time now.

Much of what I am seeing, feeling and thinking is not ready for prime time here at The Party.  Regular readers will know already that I have not been posting much, besides photographs, for the last week or so, and I suspect that trend will continue for another couple of weeks.  There's a lot bubbling under the surface, though, and I look forward to getting back into the grove of observing and wondering and writing here.

So stay tuned!


Morning Collect: Theodore of Tarsus






Almighty God, you called your servant Theodore of Tarsus from Rome to the see of Canterbury, and gave him gifts of grace and wisdom to establish unity where there had been division, and order where there had been chaos: Create in your Church, by the operation of the Holy Spirit, such godly union and concord that it may proclaim, both by word and example, the Gospel of the Prince of Peace; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

A sermon about the generous landowner


I read a story from another pastor this week about a woman in his parish who faithfully reads ahead in the lectionary so she will know what is coming up in church.  The woman informed him she will not be in church today.  She doesn’t want to hear this passage from Matthew.  It offends her.  She’s been coming to church all of her life and she doesn’t want to hear she’s not going to get extra credit for that fact.


Truth be told, I know many for whom this story is offensive.  It offends our sense of fairness, something that, if you’ve been around kids ever, you know is a trait we must be born with.  


“It’s not fair!” are the three words most often heard in families with children.  It’s not fair that he gets to stay up later than I do; it’s not fair that I can’t have a brownie before dinner; that you get to go to France for the summer; that I didn’t get the teacher I wanted at school.

We are born with a sense of fairness, but in its most basic form it is pretty ego-centric.  It’s not fair because I am not getting what I think I ought to get.  It’s not fair that you get more, or better, or funner (to use the children’s vernacular) stuff than I do.  Even though I have plenty of stuff myself.

As that sense of fairness matures we begin to extend our concern for fairness to others, and then we might see something wonderful.  From my own childhood, I witnessed a growing sense that it was not fair that people of color were supposed to sit in the back of the bus, that they were not able to walk in the front door of a store or house, or attend a “white” church or restaurant.  

My own children have exhibited a maturing sense of fairness themselves.  They reported that it was not fair that some children at their school were shunned and even treated badly by others because they were different.  When a so-called religious group came to their school holding up signs that said “God hates Jews” and “Thank God for AIDS” and the like, the students came out in droves, holding their own signs that said, “God loves everybody.”

And God does love everybody. The Bible says so, all over the place. 

But for whatever reason, we often prefer to look for exceptions.  Oh yes, God loves everybody, but God loves me better.  Or, God wants to love everybody but isn’t able to because not everybody deserves God’s love.  Even though we know that God loves us and that our salvation is assured, we don’t want God to love other people and save them, too.  At least not certain other people.

We don’t want God to be like that.

There is no better story to illustrate this than the tale of Jonah.  Jonah is sent by God to Nineveh to tell the people there to repent -  to reorient themselves toward - and be saved.  But Jonah doesn’t want to do this and heads the other way. Still, by way of a storm and a big fish, Jonah ends up in Nineveh, and his message is heard loud and clear.  The people, and even the animals, put on sackcloth and ashes.  They repent and call upon God.  God is pleased.

But Jonah is mad.  He says to God, “See, God, I knew you were the kind of God who is slow to anger and quick to forgive, that you are gracious and merciful and full of love.”  And Jonah doesn’t mean this as a compliment!  He sits down to watch the show of the destruction he believes God ought to wreak on the Ninevites, and when God does not do so, Jonah is angry.  He’d rather die than rejoice with God about God’s concern for the people and animals of Nineveh, whom Jonah doesn’t like.  Jonah was saved himself by God, but he’d just rather die than see the people of Nineveh saved, too, and as the story ends, he is just sitting there in his bitterness.

The laborers in the vineyard are not quite as bitter as Jonah, but their story certainly echoes his.  They are given their daily bread, the daily wage that laborers get. But they do not think it’s fair for the Lord to give others that same daily bread because those others haven’t worked as hard as they have.  They’ve been faithful all along, like the elder son in Luke’s story of the prodigal, like the woman who is not at her church today.  They are jealous that God has treated others so generously, even though they have all been loved and treated generously themselves.  The father tells the elder brother in Luke’s story - all I have is yours already! You still get your inheritance. But we must rejoice today because your brother has been found.  But the elder son stands outside with his arms crossed and his lip poked out.

The vineyard owner drives around all day and finds more and more people to bring into the fields for work.  We might like to think of them as lazy - why weren’t they working at the crack of dawn like the others? We want there to be a reason - a bad reason! - for them to be without work.  And yet they say themselves, nobody hired us.  We’ve been here all day, too, but nobody picked us.  We were passed over.  And so the vineyard owner picks them, over and over, more and more. Hop in, there’s plenty of work, and bread, and wine, for everybody.  There’s plenty for everybody.

Jonah said with his voice all cranky, “I knew you were the kind of God who is generous and merciful.” The vineyard owner asks the first-hired laborers, “Are you envious because I am generous?”

Most of us call this the parable of the laborers in the vineyard, but that’s because we always think everything is about us.  We find ourselves in the story and let it all revolve around us. 

In truth, though, this is the story of the generous vineyard owner.  This is a story about God’s generosity, God’s mercy, God’s kindness, God’s desire for all to be part of God’s economy.
It is about who God is, about how the heart of God is full of abundance and generosity.  Why are we envious because God is generous?  Why do we care that God cares for others we don’t think God should care for? Do we not believe what Jesus said about there being many rooms in the mansion?  

Going back to kids, my son’s American History and Literature class is reading Jonathan Edwards’ famous sermon entitled, “Sinners in the hands of an angry God.”  Perhaps you read it yourself in school - I know I did.  

I remember vividly one part in which Reverend Edwards says, and I quote, “The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider, or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked: his wrath towards you burns like fire; he looks upon you as worthy of nothing else, but to be cast into the fire; he is of purer eyes than to bear to have you in his sight; you are ten thousand times more abominable in his eyes, than the most hateful venomous serpent is in ours. You have offended him...”

In the mid-18th century, this was a common theme in sermons.  Most people, except for certain perfect ones, are miserable worms who deserve nothing from an inscrutable and supremely sovereign God who may yet take pity on us if we repent and never, ever mess up.  This is part of our religious psyche, I think, our heritage passed down through the generations.  

And I think deep down inside, many of us feel that the generous God as portrayed in Luke’s loving father story and this generous landowner story from Matthew, well that God is too good to be true.  

Sure, there are many rooms in the mansion, sure there is more than enough wine, more than enough bread, more than enough mercy, more than enough grace but what about those other verses about wrath and hell?  We are afraid that we will end up in the fire. 

And so, ironically, we seem to feel that it is safer to see God as Reverend Edwards portrays God, as offended by us and ready to smite us. We feel safer if we take the hard-line stance, and better safe than sorry.

But when we insist on the hard-line stance, we will be offended by the Gospel as it is told to us today in this story of God’s infinite generosity. 

Reverend Edwards rightly focuses on God’s freedom to act as God will, but I think he misses that the heart of God is not to find any excuse to suddenly drop us into the fire out of disgust but to be free to generously give everything to everyone, even those who are not in our particular fold, out of love.

God can do whatever God wants and choose whomever God chooses.  There is no debate about that.  But we have a choice about how we will respond to God’s generosity to others.  Will we be loving and generous ourselves, or will we take offense?  Will we be joyful about extending our sense of fairness towards others - joyful that others are chosen and fed as we are?

Or would we just rather die?

God chooses to love.  And so should we.

Collect for the 14th Sunday after Pentecost







Grant us, Lord, not to be anxious about earthly things, but to love things heavenly; and even now, while we are placed among things that are passing away, to hold fast to those that shall endure; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Saturday Morning Music Video: Hildegard








Here is a lovely interpretation of one of Hildegard von Bingen's compositions, Gaude Visceribus, recorded by Ars Choralis Coeln.

Today is the feast day for this remarkable women who is usually described as a medieval mystic. She wrote about her visions, which she had all her life, as well as other subjects from medicine to botany to theological interpretation, and she was an important Benedictine Abbess in Germany, but what I love about Hildegard is her music. Her chants are quite distinctive and show great imagination (her melodies are often described as "soaring"). If you haven't heard Hildegard's music before, go over to YouTube search for Hildegard von Bingen and hear for yourself!

Enjoy.


Morning Collect: Hildegard, Abbess of Bingen







God of all times and seasons: Give us grace that we, after the example of your servant Hildegard, may both know and make known the joy and jubilation of being part of your creation, and show forth your glory not only with our lips but in our lives; through Jesus Christ our Savior, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.


O God, by whose grace your servant Hildegard, kindled with the fire of your love, became a burning and shining light in your Church: Grant that we also may be aflame with the spirit of love and discipline, and walk before you as children of light; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Caught in the middle

I mentioned that I recently watched the movie Of Gods and Men. I've also been reading, for fun, some Brother Cadfael mysteries. And in the background of my American life these days is this polarized/polarizing political debate.

What these three things - Of Gods and Men, Brother Cadfael, and the current political debates - have in common is the pursuit of power.  Civil war is in the background of the movie, and it's not long before we realize that the monastery is at risk from both sides in their pursuit of power; the Brother Cadfael mysteries take place in the 12th century, during the reign of King Stephen, where England is wracked with civil war due to rival claims to the throne.  Our political discourse is not civil war, but it is not really civil discourse either.  There's very little civil about it.

Brother Cadfael remarks somewhere, sadly, that in the quest for power each side is so entrenched, so bent on victory, that they end up destroying what they claim to love.  Like when two children pull at the same toy until they break it in two, power struggles leave a broken mess behind.

Tonight my prayers are with those who are caught in the middle of struggles not of their own making.

Friday afternoon fountain break




Another downtown Atlanta fountain, also in Woodruff Park

Enjoy your Friday afternoon!


Morning Collect: Ninian of Galloway









O God, by the preaching of your blessed servant and bishop Ninian you caused the light of the Gospel to shine in the land of Britain: Grant, we pray, that having his life and labors in remembrance we may show our thankfulness by following the example of his zeal and patience; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.Amen.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Poison ivy and creation

So, I have a mild and small but still incredibly itchy case of poison ivy.  This is only the second time in my life I've had poison ivy. I was never susceptible to it as a child and with all the yard work I've done in my life, I'm somewhat at a loss as to why I have never gotten it until the last year.

Poison ivy, along with roaches and mosquitoes, is one of those topics where my religious attitude about creation breaks down.  I know that after everything was created, God called it good.  But I'm wondering about poison ivy.  And mosquitoes and roaches. I'd like to ask God about these.

To be clear, I'm not a Biblical literalist. I don't see any reason why people even think there needs to be some sort of "either/or" about science and religion.  The Bible tells us, via poetry and poetic language, truths that are not about or limited to facts.  The truth is that God is the Creator.  The facts about how the earth came to be the way it is today with its geological, meteorological, anthropological, biological (etc.) processes do not negate that truth.  In fact, they make it all the more mysterious and wonderful.  To believe, study, and marvel at the scientific wonders of our world does not disrespect our Creator; the sciences allow us to see and appreciate and be awed by just how incredible God's work has been since time out of mind.

Further, God is still creating.  And we are helping with that - we are co-creators with God of all sorts of new things. New things are always coming into being, even as the old things are passing away.

So perhaps we might ask, did God intend poison ivy from the get-go, or was poison ivy an unfortunate by-product of some sort of botanical process set in motion long, long ago? Was poison ivy the chance for calamine lotion to be invented, perhaps?

And most of all, when is this #*&% itchiness going to pass away?

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: Monk Bee


Is that a tonsure I see on this fuzzy guy?



Morning Collect: The Holy Cross









Almighty God, whose Son our Savior Jesus Christ was lifted high upon the cross that he might draw the whole world to himself: Mercifully grant that we, who glory in the mystery of our redemption, may have grace to take up our cross and follow him; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, in glory everlasting. Amen.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

All is forgiven





























It's cool again in the mornings.  The dew is still on the grass, the flowers are not wilting by nine a.m.  The sky is high and clear and that brilliant fall blue that goes up and up and up.

Already nearly forgotten is the sticky, prickly heat now that we have that sweet relief.  Almost forgotten the swollen feet, the sweaty nights, the too-hot-to-do-anything lethargy.

Ah, September.

A few of the leaves are already turning and falling here, but that is because of the drought and heat - the edges of many of them are brown and curling.  We've lost a number of shrubs and I think even my hardy forsythia may succumb to a partial die-off.  Who ever heard of that?

But still, all is forgiven in the beauty of this gorgeous day.


Morning Collect: St Cyprian





Almighty God, who gave to your servant Cyprian boldness to confess the Name of our Savior Jesus Christ before the rulers of this world, and courage to die for this faith: Grant that we may always be ready to give a reason for the hope that is in us, and to suffer gladly for the sake of our Lord Jesus Christ; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.



Monday, September 12, 2011

Photos of the Day: Angels front and back

In the morning,




















And in the evening.

Morning Collect: John Henry Hobart







Revive your Church, Lord God of hosts, whenever it falls into complacency and sloth, by raising up devoted leaders like your servant John Henry Hobart whom we remember today; and grant that their faith and vigor of mind may awaken your people to your message and their mission; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Photo of the Day: Mother of Exiles



The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, 
With conquering limbs astride from land to land, 
Here at our sea-washed, sunset- gates shall stand 
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame 
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name 
Mother of Exiles.  From her beacon-hand 
Glows world-wide welcome, her mild eyes command 
The air-bridged harbor that twin-cities frame. 
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she, 
With silent lips.  “Give me your tired, your poor, 
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,          
 The wretched refuse of your teeming shore; 
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, 
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” 

Emma Lazarus, 1883

(Source:  National Park Service)

Collect for the Thirteenth Sunday after Pentecost









O God, because without you we are not able to please you:
mercifully grant that your Holy Spirit may in all things direct and rule our hearts; 
through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.


Saturday, September 10, 2011

Photo of the Day




This is the inside of the bowl of the baptismal font at St Edward's Episcopal Church in Lawrenceville, Georgia.  Doesn't it look as if the Holy Spirit is swirling around in there?


Morning Prayer: Alexander Crummell






Almighty and everlasting God, we thank you for your servant Alexander Crummell, whom you called to preach the Gospel to those who were far off and to those who were near. Raise up in this and every land evangelists and heralds of your kingdom, that your Church may proclaim the unsearchable riches of our Savior Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.


(Read about Alexander Crummell over at Padre Mickey's blog.  Click here.)





Friday, September 9, 2011

Friday afternoon waterfall-fountain break



For your Friday refreshment: This is part of a huge waterfall-fountain in Woodruff Park in the very center of downtown Atlanta.  The wall curves around the park edge and then this "river" at the bottom flows down the rest of the block. What an oasis.


Morning Prayer: Constance and her Companions






We give you thanks and praise, O God of compassion, for the heroic witness of Constance and her companions, who, in a time of plague and pestilence, were steadfast in their care for the sick and dying, and loved not their own lives, even unto death: Inspire in us a like love and commitment to those in need, following the example of our Savior Jesus Christ; who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Photo of the Day




I'm in a bit of a time crunch, and so for the next few days I'll be posting a photo of the day without much commentary.

Today's photo was taken at the Ellis Island Immigration Museum in New York City.  This is part of the ceiling in the main building. It had, to me, a kind of gothic cathedral ceiling look.  Do you see that?





Morning Collect for Vocation in Daily Work

Almighty God our heavenly Father, who declarest thy glory
and showest forth thy handiwork in the heavens and in the
earth: Deliver us, we beseech thee, in our various occupations
from the service of self alone, that we may do the work
which thou givest us to do in truth and beauty and for the
common good; for the sake of him who came among us as
one that serveth, thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth
and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever
and ever. Amen.



(BCP 210)

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