Here’s a wee video of the Palm Sunday Procession at St Mary’s this year.
I promised people something extra this year. For some reason, people thought I had booked a donkey.
Well, anyone can book a donkey.
Here’s what happened. Many thanks to the guys from the wonderful Clanadonia for making this year’s procession so memorable.
Knitted food patterns…
http://www.knitfish.com/12/
I really appreciated the Lammastide sermon and service. But I’m not sure if I said so at the time – probably not!
I’m reminded how important it is to share appreciation as well as (more than!) criticism. Perhaps a new year’s resolution in the making.
Harvest.
Autumn is here
and there is no harvest
The trees have leaves but no fruit
The wheat has ears but no grain
and if you should return
I wouldn’t know
how to begin to explain
I would offer you a gift
but of all the things I own
all I have is my sin
all I have that’s mine alone
Spare me – I pray
another year or two
if you will extend your hand
I will fill a harvest basket for you
I have laboured in these fields
among this bracken, broom and whin
and a lifetime to understand
all you wanted was my sin.
Ah, the Grauniad! No – I only see that when I’m in a primary school staff-room, and never had the time to open it.
But cute pattern – might be the next addition to the Choir dog collection.
Over here in the U.S. we have our national Thanksgiving Day (when very few actually go to church) designated to celebrate the harvest, peace and an end to civil strife, and general thanksgiving. Perhaps the UK needs to take a page from the U.S. and Canada and just make it an official government holiday!
But what I was taught in school was that the first Thanksgiving was held in imitation of the traditional Harvest celebrations back home in England. Perhaps these were not actual church services? Anyhow I’m now confused!
Incidentally, from a sample of 13 comments made on my photo of a harvest display in church, I deduce people’s expectations include:
a) it’s long-life products, tinned or pasta, that one brings
b) giving them to old dears who don’t really need them
c) it’s something relegated to childhood memories
Up to you where you draw the churchy/non-churchy line amongst that lot. Maybe it means there’s a *lot* of scope for a message of mission (to folks who normally exist outside the door) and ethics?
I once got into a certain amount of trouble over a satirical Scottish Episcopal website. It was a surprise to those who were displeased with me to find that it was nothing to do with me at all. However, along with those who had been in TISEC, I did know who was behind it and…
Eleven years ago today I became a Deacon. It was a wonderful day. I remember having to buy a suit. Once a deacon, always a deacon and it is still a ministry that I feel called to daily. Here is what the ordinal says: The Church is the People of God, the Body of Christ…
Just back in from an evening in the synod hall with 20 members of the congregation. This was prompted by my being told a while ago that it would be good for people to have a chance to get to know me. I’m not sure what that means. After all, I’m such an easy person…
We were singing quite a lot of music either written or influenced by Vaughan Williams yesterday, and so we sang Bunyan’s hymn with some gusto. Indeed, one was belting it out from the altar table thus: Hobgoblin nor foul fiend Can daunt her spirit, She knows she at the end Shall life inherit. Then fancies…
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