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New Year’s Day: Church bells

Not the bleak speak of mobile messages,

The soft chime of synthesized reminders,

Not texts, not pagers, data packages,

Not satnav or locators ever find us

As surely, soundly, deeply as these bells

That sound and find and call us all at once.

‘Ears of my ears’ can hear, my body feels

This call to prayer that is itself a dance.

So ring them out in joy and jubilation,

Sound them in sorrow tolling the lost,

O let them wake the Church and rouse the nation,

A sleeping lion stirred to life at last,

Begin again they sing, again, begin,

A ring and rhythm answered from within.

 

“Sounding the Seasons – Seventy Sonnets for the Christian Year”  by Malcolm Guite, Chaplain of Girton College and Associate Chaplain of St Edward King and Martyr in Cambridge        Canterbury Press (UK)

Submitted by T.Elaine Ellms

 

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ABBEY

 

A 14 year-old dog named Abbey was the best friend of a 4 year-old named Meredith. When Abbey passed away from old age, the little girl was devastated. Meredith was so distraught, she told her parents that she wanted to write a letter to God. Together, she and her mother wrote a letter… and then, they received an incredible response.

The family had left the house and when they returned home they found a package wrapped in gold paper on their front porch addressed to “Mer” and signed “God, and one of his special angels.”

 

Meredith wrote the letter to God when she was 4. She asked God to take care of her little dog in heaven.

 

Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.

I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her, you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

 

Love, Meredith.

PS: Mommy wrote it after I told her the words.

 

Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.  I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.


Love,God

PS: One of  my special angels wrote this letter after I told her the words.

 

 

The kindness this little girl was shown came simply from the goodness of one person’s heart. She didn’t ask for anything in return, and it melts our hearts.

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Submitted by Anonymous

 

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A best friend is like a four leaf clover,

hard to find, lucky to have.

 

 

Submitted by John Cole

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I know that this one looks quite long but if you can possibly read through to the end

I think you will agree that it was worth it.

 

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FROM AN AIRLINE CAPTAIN:

My lead flight attendant came to me and said, "We have an H.R. on this flight." (H.R. stands for human remains.)
'Are they military?' I asked.'Yes', she said.'Is there an escort? ' I asked.'Yes, I've already assigned him a seat'. 'Would you please tell him to come to the Flight Deck. You can board him early,' I said...

A short while later a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us. 'My soldier is on his way back to Virginia ,' he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words.

I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military, and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the Flight Deck to find his seat.

We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight, I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin.

'I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is also on board', she said. She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left. We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia .

 

The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane.

I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do. 'I'm on it', I said. I told her that I would get back to her.

Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher. I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.
Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I saved the return message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:

'Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now, and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family. The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal, where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home.

Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans. Please pass our  condolences on to the family. Thanks.

I sent a message back, telling flight control thanks for a good job. I  printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on  to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me,  'You have no idea how much this will mean to them.'

Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing. After  landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is  huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area  with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that  all traffic was being held for us.

'There is a team in place to meet the aircraft', we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family  from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller, we were going to stop short of the
 gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp  controller said, 'Take your time.'

I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said: 'Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking: I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement.  We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is Army Sergeant  XXXXXXX. Also, on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your  entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.'

 We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown  procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft.

When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands. Moments later, more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of 'God Bless You', I'm sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane. They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one.

Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.

I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event and the sacrifices that millions of our men and women have made to ensure our freedom and safety in these United States of AMERICA.


Prayer Request:
When you read this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our troops around the world... There is nothing attached. Of all the gifts you could give a Marine, Soldier, Sailor, Airman, and others deployed in harm's way, prayer is the very best one.

Thank you all who have served, or are serving. We Will not forget!!!!

 

Submitted by Ann Morin

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Anybody like Jelly Beans?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Submitted by T.Elaine Ellms

 

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Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil - It has no point

 

Submitted by Dave

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A Look at Heaven

 

I was shocked, confused, bewildered 
As I entered Heaven's door, 
Not by the beauty of it all, 
Nor the lights or its decor. 

But it was the folks in Heaven 
Who made me sputter and gasp-- 
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash. 

There stood the kid from seventh grade 
Who swiped my lunch money twice. 
Next to him was my old neighbor 
Who never said anything nice. 

Bob, who I always thought 
Was rotting away in hell, 
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine, 
Looking incredibly well. 

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal? 
I would love to hear Your take. 
How'd all these sinners get up here? 
God must've made a mistake. 

'And why is everyone so quiet, 
So somber - give me a clue.' 
'Hush, child,' He said,
'they're all in shock. 
No one thought they'd be seeing you.' 

JUDGE NOT!! 

Remember...Just going to church doesn't make you a 
Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car. 

Every saint has a PAST... 
Every sinner has a FUTURE! 

 

Submitted by John Veary

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THAT'S FAITH, TRUST, HOPE, CONFIDENCE, LOVE, AND ATTITUDE

 

 

When villagers decided to pray for rain only one boy went with an umbrella. That's FAITH.    

 

When you throw a baby in the air it laughs because it knows you’ll catch it. That's TRUST.

 

Every night we go to bed with no assurance of being alive the next morning, but we set the alarm to wake up. That's HOPE.

We plan big things for tomorrow having no knowledge of the future.That's CONFIDENCE.

 

We see the world suffering, yet we get married and have children.  That's LOVE.

 

On someone’s shirt was written “I am not 60 years old. I am sweet 16 with 44 years’ experience.”  That's ATTITUDE.

 

Condensed from a submission by Ann Morin

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Just Words?

Help us to get the words out that really have meaning,

words that make us think, words that let us dream, words that

might even get a chuckle from God, words that

sometime make us wipe away that small tear of feelings.

 

Write an email to StMartinsNB.EmailMgr@Gmail.com

and attach what you would like us to publish.

Everything will be published unless the vestry has

a definite reason why it shouldn't be added.

 

When we add another we will check the number of "Likes" that you ahve given to each article and we will try to

keep the article with the most votes at the top and adjust those underneath according to the way you are voting.

Thank you in advance.

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What is Love

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Love is two people sharing the same soul ...

you are the only one that makes my life complete.

My heart and soul, I’ll always give to you.

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Submitted by Erica Marshall

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Learning to Walk in the Dark.

 

 

From the New York Times bestselling author of An Altar in the World, Barbara Brown Taylor’s Learning to Walk in the Dark provides a way to find spirituality in those times when we don’t have all the answers.

 

Taylor has become increasingly uncomfortable with our tendency to associate all that is good with lightness and all that is evil and dangerous with darkness. Doesn’t God work in the nighttime as well? In Learning to Walk in the Dark, Taylor asks us to put aside our fears and anxieties and to explore all that God has to teach us “in the dark.”

 

She argues that we need to move away from our “solar spirituality” and ease our way into appreciating “lunar spirituality” (since, like the moon, our experience of the light waxes and wanes). Through darkness we find courage, we understand the world in new ways, and we feel God’s presence around us, guiding us through things seen and unseen. Often, it is while we are in the dark that we grow the most.

 

With her characteristic charm and literary wisdom, Taylor is our guide through a spirituality of the nighttime, teaching us how to find our footing in times of uncertainty and giving us strength and hope to face all of life’s challenging moments.

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Submitted by Anonymous

 

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An essay by Garrison Keillor on Episcopalians

We make fun of Episcopalians for their blandness, their excessive calm, their fear of giving offense, their

lack of speed and also for their secret fondness for macaroni and cheese. But nobody sings like them. 
If you were to ask an audience in Des Moines, a relatively Episcopalianless place, to sing along on the

chorus of “Michael Row the Boat Ashore,” they will look daggers at you as if you had asked them to strip

to their underwear.

 

But if you do this among Episcopalians, they’d smile and row that boat ashore and up on the beach! ….

And down the road! 

 

Many Episcopalians are bred from childhood to sing in four-part harmony, a talent that comes from sitting

on the lap of someone singing alto or tenor or bass and hearing the harmonic intervals by putting your little

head against that person’s rib cage. It’s natural for Episcopalians to sing in harmony. We are too modest

to be soloists, too worldly to sing in unison.  When you’re singing in the key of C and you slide into the A7th

and D7th chords, all two hundred of you, it’s an emotionally fulfilling moment. By our joining in harmony,

we somehow promise that we will not forsake each other.


I do believe this, people: Episcopalians, who love to sing in four-part harmony, are the sort of people you

could call up when you’re in deep distress. If you are dying, they will comfort you. If you are lonely, they’ll

talk to you. And if you are hungry, they’ll give you tuna salad!


Episcopalians believe in prayer, but would practically die if asked to pray out loud.

Episcopalians like to sing, except when confronted with a new hymn or a hymn with more than four stanzas.

Episcopalians believe their Rectors will visit them in the hospital, even if they don’t notify them that they are there.

 

Episcopalians usually follow the official liturgy and will feel it is their way of suffering for their sins.

Episcopalians believe in miracles and even expect miracles, especially during their stewardship visitation

programs or when passing the plate.

 

Episcopalians feel that applauding for their children’s choirs will not make the kids too proud and conceited.

Episcopalians think that the Bible forbids them from crossing the aisle while passing the peace.
Episcopalians drink coffee as if it were the Third Sacrament.
Episcopalians feel guilty for not staying to clean up after their own wedding reception in the Fellowship Hall.
Episcopalians are willing to pay up to one dollar for a meal at church.
Episcopalians still serve Jell-O in the proper liturgical color of the season and

Episcopalians believe that it is OK to poke fun at themselves and never take themselves too seriously.


And finally, you know you are a Episcopalian when:

-It’s 100 degrees, with 90% humidity, and you still have coffee after the service.
-You hear something really funny during the sermon and smile as loudly as you can.
-Donuts are a line item in the church budget, just like coffee.
- When you watch a Star Wars movie and they say,

  “May the Force be with you,” and you respond, “and also with you.”
- And lastly, it takes ten minutes to say good-bye . . . .


(NOTE: Garrison Keillor attends St. John the Evangelist Episcopal Church in St. Paul, Minnesota)

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Submitted by Anonymous

 

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