Gene Robinson’s Sermon can be seen and heard here.
Note that a higher quality video will be published later in the week. I thought it more important to get something out fast rather than to go for high quality.
(I’m having trouble hearing it when viewing it in firefox but can see it in internet explorer – don’t know whether that problem is local).
I had no problems viewing either of the videos on Firefox.
Wish I could have been at St Mary’s. Great sermon; I don’t know how
Bp Gene keeps his head above the fray. Truly an inspiration
for me and other LBGT folk who get tired of all the hate. Thanks.
Gene’s sermon ,I thought was beautiful in its simplicity and sincerity delivered with a quiet passion and strenghth of belief.It’s brought to mind a piece of music whose title I can’t for the life of me think.Can anyone help me.I think the words are by Shakespeare and I think it starts “Fear no more the heat o’ the sun” I’m singing it to you now can’t you hear me- ? perhaps that’s just as well
sorry don’t get out much! Thanks Kelvin for inviting Gene it was a great service
Gene Robinson is, I think, proof positive that sometimes God calls exactly the right man to the key position. I thought it extraordinarily unperceptive of the papers not to see the limp behind the smile. I totally fail to understand how anybody could hear the sermon, and see the man, and not read the cost to him of his current calm. But I am glad of it and of him –
morag
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkjwDuG7-Bk
Morag, I know two beautiful settings of “Fear no more the heat o’ the sun” (the Dirge in ‘Cymbeline’). One is by Gerald Finzi, and you can hear it on YouTube. The other is by Roger Quilter, in his Five Shakespeare Songs Op. 23.
Fear no more the heat o` the sun,
Nor the furious winter`s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta`en thy wages.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o` the great;
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor th` all-dreaded thunder stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
Thank you Rosemary and Robin esp Robin for writing out the words.It was from Cymbeline that I was thinking, a play about spirituality and protection by a higher power.I just thought Gene’s sermon about God’ love acceptance and forgiveness reminded me of that song ,where you could interpret”death” to be the death of our” old lives “and being welcomed into a safe haven, into the warmth safety and protection of Jesus’ love for us –and everyone is welcome
And it is beautiful music by Vaughn Williams( Dirge for Fidele)-well I think so
Whoever is preaching this Sunday may you be blessed and inspired