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London and London adjacent friends: This coming Sunday, July 1, 2018 at 10 am, the Rector will once again be preaching at our companion parish here, Saint Saviour’s Pimlico. It would be lovely to see some of our Tumblr friends there!
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Laetare Sunday. A few shots from Mass, with the ones from the pews by @dvshermannn. Our simnel turned out great! It was a hit, along with the 3 others a we had from our talented parish bakers. #laetare #lent #roses #rosesunday #mass #liturgy #vestments #anglican #catholic #anglocatholic #episcopalchurch #newyorkcity #Repost @jtoombsld (at Saint Ignatius of Antioch Episcopal Church)
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And here is the #Rector at #mass in the Lady Chapel a little while later. #Repost @jtoombsld with @repostapp
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The Rector reads the collect after anointing the faithful with oil for healing at Low Mass this evening. #lent #lentenarray #holyunction #sacrament #mass #anglican #catholic #anglocatholic #episcopalchurch #nyc #newyorkcity #nofilter #Episcopal (at Saint Ignatius of Antioch Episcopal Church)
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A nice shot of our old #Gorham #silver #thurrible from yesterday’s solemn mass #Episcopal #NYC #sacristy #Repost @jtoombsld with @repostapp
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Leftover smoke. #smoke #incense #anglican #anglocatholic #episcopalchurch #upperwestside #newyorkcity #lategram (at Saint Ignatius of Antioch Episcopal Church)
To all the Nicks….
Saint Nicholas
Name Day
December 6th
TheEastern Orthodox Church, the Roman Catholic Church, and the Anglican Churches (taken together, representing a quarter of humanity) celebrate Saint Nicholas every year on December 6, which is the name day for “Nicholas”.
InGreece, the name and its derivatives are especially popular in maritime regions, as Saint Nicholas is considered the protector saint of seafarers….for more than a millennia.
No wonder I have salt water in my veins! My ancestors came from seafaring towns in central and southern Greece….dating back centuries. I’m drawn to the sea….
“Nicholas” in Greek means, literally, victory of the people.
The name became popular 1,700 years ago through Saint Nicholas, Greek Christian Bishop of MyrainLycia (today’s southern Turkey). Nicholas was famous for his generous gifts to the poor….with the name and the legacy evolving many centuries later, to become the Dutch/German (my Mom’s heritage, by the way) inspiration for Santa Claus – a derivation of “Saint Nicholas.”
For all my brethren named “Nicholas,” December 6 is a day to celebrate, on par with your birthday. It’s a day to reflect on all the good things you bring to family, friends and community. It’s a time to stand tall and proud: you’re a “Nicholas”! And, around the Holiday Season each year, you might even earn the affectionate moniker “Saint Nick”!
(My Dad, also ”Nicholas”, and I celebrated the day as far back as I can remember. It was our private bond. And it’s always been a deep honor to carry his name!)
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My Dad penned this poem early one December 6th morning, as he was sipping on his pre-dawn coffee in front of his computer. He gave it to me when I went over to my parents house for dinner that evening 17 years ago (to celebrate our shared Name Day)….(he passed away quite suddenly just a nine months later)….and the poem remains a priceless gift and treasure – loving inspiration from Father to Son – that will remain with me always. I think about it almost every day….and gain strength from it….as if it were a compass for this life-long mariner….
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Ask yourself one question: What Would Jesus Train?
Probably Deadlifts, since He can raise the dead!
Philosophers have measur’d mountains,
Fathom’d the depths of seas, of states and kings;
Walk’d with a staff to heav’n and traced fountains:
But there are two vast, spacious things,
The which to measure it doth more behove;
Yet few there are that sound them, ‒ Sin and Love.
Who would know Sin, let him repair
Unto Mount Olivet; there shall he see
A Man so wrung with pains, that all His hair,
His skin, His garments bloody be.
Sin is that press and vice, which forceth pain
To hunt his cruel food through ev’ry vein.
Who knows not Love, let him assay
And taste that juice which, on the cross, a pike
Did set again abroach; then let him say
If ever he did taste the like,
Love is that liquor sweet and most divine,
Which my God feels as blood, but I as wine.
In the middle of the world, in the centre
Of the polluted heart of man, a midden;
A stake stemmed in the rubbish
From lipless jaws, Adam’s skull
Gasped up through the garbage:
‘I lie in the discarded dross of history,
Ground down again to the red dust,
The obliterated image. Create me.’
From lips cracked with thirst, the voice
That sounded once over the billows of chaos
When the royal banners advanced,
replied through the smother of dark:
‘All is accomplished, all is made new, and look-
All things, once more, are good.’
Then, with a loud cry, exhaled His spirit.
St. Elizabeth Ann Seton lost a lot when she converted. Numerous friends and family deserted her. Her husband’s death left her struggling to provide for their five children. Thankfully, she was invited to “found a school in Baltimore” which gave her a way to provide.
Raised in a well-to-do Episcopalian home, Elizabeth’s life outwardly looked worse after becoming Catholic. Life was hard and I imagine lonely at times.
But… her conversion gave her the greatest gift — Christ in the Blessed Sacrament. In reality, she had gained so much and she knew it.
“There is a mystery, the greatest of all mysteries: not that my adored Lord is in the Blessed Sacrament of the Altar — His word has said it, and what is so simple as to take that word which is truth itself? — but that souls of His own creation, whom He gave His life to save, should remain blind, insensible. He has given the free, the bounteous heavenly gift [so that we] shall approach His true and holy sanctuary, taste the sweetness of His presence, feed on the Bread of Angels. My poor soul is lost in wonder at His forbearing mercy.”
Scottish Episcopal Church Moves To Allow Gay Marriage
The Scottish Episcopal church voted on Friday by 97 to 51, with three abstentions, to remove a clause in its canon law that states that marriage is a union of a man and a woman. Before the change can be enacted, it must win a two-thirds majority in a second vote next year.
If it passes, same-sex couples will be able to marry in a church service conducted by Scottish clergy who are willing to officiate.
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Wiki page for “Prayer Beads”:
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“Gretchen, stop trying to make ‘a rosary for Anglicans’ happen. It’s not gonna happen.”
My naem is dust
I walk arownd
But where i com from
Is tha grownd
So i get smodged
W/ ash to lurn
That too tha dust
I shall reeturn
Organ: *LOUD HONKING*
Small child: Once in Royal David City-
Choir:HE CAME DOOOOOWN TO EARTH FROM HEAVEN-
(That bell song from Home Alone)
1st reading: Snek was bad, so he eet dust.
(Lesser known 15th Century apple-related carol)
2nd reading: Father Abraham had lots o’ bois
In Ducli JubiloooOOOooo
3rd reading: The Entire Script of Handel’s Messiah
*threatening music*TIIIIIDINGS OF COOOOMFORT AND JOY! COMFORT AND JOY!!!!!!!!
4th reading: Jesse = tree
GloOOOOOOooooOOOOOooooOOOOOoooriA! (hosanna in egg shell C’s)
5th reading: Will I be pergant? Could I be pregat? Will I be… PREGANANANT?!
MOST HIGHLY FAVOURED LAAAAADY-
6th reading: No Vacancy!
Away In A Manger (literally the only one the congregation knows)
7th lesson: Sheepy Bois Get A Fright
NOEL NOEL NOEL NOEL-
*whispers*Silent Night
(in Southern Hemisphere only) *someone collapses from heat*
(everywhere else) *someone almost burns entire church down by dropping candle*
8th reading: 3 Smart Bois
We 3 Kings of Oreos Are…
9th reading: Word = Flesh
o come let us adore Him
O Come Let Us Adore HIM
O COME LET US ADORE HIIIIIM-
“Go in peace”
HARK! THE!! HERALD! ANGELS!!! sING!!!!!
GLORY!!!!! TO! THE! NEWBORN!!!! KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Organ: *AGGRESSIVE PARPING*
My name is snek I was not good I made the hooman Eet bad froot So now the hooman Cant be trust And nor can i So i eet dust.
