ACCEPTANCE AND INCLUSIVENESS

Second Sunday After Pentecost

A MESSAGE OF INCLUSIVENESS

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NO SHIT HOLE CONTRURIES OR PEOPLES

"THERE IS NEITHER JEW NOR GREEK, THERE IS NEITHER SLAVE NOR FREE, THERE IS NEITHER MALE NOR FEAMLE , FOR YOU ARE ALL ONE...'
Galatians 3:28.

HONOUR FOR SERVICE AND SACRIFICE

DECORATION DAY

Honouring All who served!

BUT DOES NOT INCLUDE POTUS!

WHO DISHONOURS THOSE WHO SERVED AND THIS COUNTRY

THOUGHTS OF THE PAST _ LOST LOVE

" I knew that our love would end. Some time would elapse. We would still over each other. The taste we had for each other would give us some respite, as would our love for ………….. and beauty. But one day it would end. I understood that our love was mortal, and to believe that is to begin to love no longer."

Philippe Beaussant - Rendezvous in Venice.

POEM IV

                                                          MUTABILITY

                                              Mixed along the earth's age sand
                                             Along a Northern beach
                                             Are fragments of another time
                                            Once possessors of this land.

                                            Whose blue tinged Canton ware?
                                            Given in love?
                                            Possessed in pride?
                                            Now lies along the lonely strand.

                                            Perhaps they sleep
                                            In the churchyard  above the beach
                                            A Whipple, a Haskel, a Poole, or a Tar?

                                            They keep their silence also
                                            Their secrets of their shattered life's vessel
                                            As the shattered pottery
                                            Scattered by the immutable sea.

POEM III

                                                  Born of a Sense of Place


                                              A New England coast is;
                                              salt and granite.
                                              Sometimes soft but never constant.

                                              A New England heart is;
                                              born like others.
                                              but conditioned by a sense of place.

                                              A New England sea is;
                                              always grasping, life and land.
                                              Seldom giving, always asking.

                                               A New England love is;
                                               Closely held, too much moisture mixed with coldness.
                                               Consuming passion, to feed its need.

                                               A New England life is;
                                               seeking sea room.
                                               Racing for its gray slate end.

EASTER PROCLAMATION

Oh Felix Culpa

It is truly right and just,

with ardent love of mind and heart,
and with devoted service of our voice,
to acclaim our God invisible, the almighty Father,
and Jesus Christ, our Lord, his Son, his Only Begotten.
Who for our sake paid Adam’s debt to the eternal Father,
and pouring out his own dear Blood
wiped clean the record of our ancient sinfulness.

These then are the feasts of Passover,
in which is slain the Lamb, the one true Lamb,
whose Blood anoints the doorposts of believers.

This is the night,
when once you led our forebears,
Israel’s children, from slavery in Egypt
and made them pass dry-shod through the Red Sea.

This is the night
that with a pillar of fire
banished the darkness of sin.

This is the night
that even now, throughout the world,
sets Christian believers apart from worldly vices
and from the gloom of sin,
lending them to grace,
and joining them to his holy ones.

This is the night
when Christ broke the prison-bars of death, and rose
victorious from the underworld.

Our birth would have been no gain,
had we not been redeemed.

O wonder of your humble care for us!

O love, O charity beyond all telling,
to ransom a slave you gave away your Son!

O truly necessary sin of Adam,
destroyed completely by the Death of Christ!
Exultet - PART III

MAUNDY THURSDAY + THE LORD'S PASSOVER

PASSOVER

                                                                         Mandatum

 And thus shall ye eat it; with your loins girded, your shoes on your feet, and your staff in your hand; and ye shall eat it in haste: it is the Lord's passover.
Exodus 12:11