Monday, November 12, 2018

An Act of Remembrance

At the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, the guns fell silent, and the War to End All Wars was over.

Our Parish held a simple Act of Remembrance ceremony within the folds of our Eucharist service on Sunday, November 11, 2018.

After the service, people were invited to come up to take a close look at the memorabilia on display at the front of the church, commemorating those from the Parish who gave their lives in service, and also relatives of various parishioners who served, and gave their lives in service.

Thanks to Nila R. for her photographs:

Full table display.
From left: photos and postcards from Sheila C's grandfather,
who married her grandmother during WWI.  His two brothers also
served.  Next, commendations, medals and a photo of Pat C's father,
who served in the Royal Air Force in WWII.  Centre; list of
parishioners who died in service, WWI. Right: actual WWI
jacket, medals and beret, and a replica of a WWI helmet.

Close-up of the uniform, with
thanks to Grant O and his son, who
collects militaria.

Photo of Mike C's father who served in the Royal
Canadian Air Force in WWII and was shot down and
lost over the English Channel a few months before Mike was
born (1943).  Photo of Margaret B's father who, in his late
thirties, signed up with the Black Watch of Canada (Royal
Highland Regiment) and was seconded to the British
Army of the Rhine to work in military government (1944 - 1946).
An incident in a Displaced Persons' Camp in the spring of 1946,
when he was Acting Colonel in charge, lead to injuries that
caused his death a few years later, just months before Margaret was born.
On the table: a journal and letters home from Mike's father
and letters home from Margaret's father.

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Poetry in Ordinary Time: Remembrance Day






'Silence' -- for Remembrance Sunday

November pierces with its bleak remembrance
Of all the bitterness and waste of war;
Our silence tries but fails to make a semblance
Of that lost peace they thought worth fighting for,
Our silence seethes instead with wraiths and whispers,
And all the restless rumour of new wars,
The shells are falling all around our vespers,
No moment is unscarred, there is no pause,
In every instant bloodied innocence
Falls to the weary earth ,and whilst we stand
Quiescence ends again in acquiescence,
And Abel’s blood still cries in every land.
One silence only might redeem that blood;
Only the silence of a dying God.



-- Malcolm Guite, Sounding the Seasons

To listen to the poet read this aloud, click HERE.

Friday, November 2, 2018

Fall Back!

Once again it's time to return from Daylight Savings Time to Standard Time.  


Remember to turn your clocks back 1 hour

on Saturday evening at bed-time!


Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Please Good Missus, a Soul Cake


All Hallows' Eve (aka Hallowe'en), All Saints Day and All Souls Day follow in quick succession at the end of October/beginning of November every year.

They're a chain of festivals that combine the religious and the secular, and -- of course -- in the fine tradition of most such celebrations, they include food (sometimes after fasting).


This year our parish Bazaar and Bake Sale will be held on the Saturday immediately following these three Feasts, and there'll be plenty of goodies to purchase for you and your family's enjoyment.  You might even find some Soul Cakes...

soul cake is a small round cake which is traditionally made for All Hallows' EveAll Saints' Day and All Souls' Day to commemorate the dead in the Christian tradition.
The cakes, often simply referred to as souls, are given out to soulers (mainly consisting of children and the poor) who go from door to door during the days of Allhallowtide singing and saying prayers "for the souls of the givers and their friends".
The practice in England dates to the medieval period, and was continued there until the 1930s, by both Protestant and Catholic Christians.  The practice of giving and eating soul cakes continues in some countries today, such as Portugal (where it is known as Pão-por-Deus), and in other countries, it is seen as the origin of the practice of trick-or-treating.
In Lancashire and in the North-east of England they are also known as Harcakes. In the United States, some churches, during Allhallowtide, have invited people to come receive sweets from them and have offered "pray for the souls of their friends, relatives or even pets" as they do so. 
Among Catholics and Lutherans, some parishioners have their soul cakes blessed by a priest before being distributed on the Eve of All Saints (Hallowe'en); in exchange, the children promise to pray for the souls of the deceased relatives of the giver during the month of November, which is a month dedicated especially to praying for the Holy Souls. Any leftover soul cakes are shared among the distributing family or given to the poor.
Source: Wikipedia.


They are before the throne of God, and he who sits upon the throne will shelter them with his presence.

Almighty God,
whose people are knit together in one holy Church,
the mystical body of your Son,
grant us grace to follow your blessed saints
in lives of faith and commitment, 
and to know the inexpressible joys you have prepared for those who love you.
We pray to you for those we love, but see no longer.
Grant them your peace,
let light perpetual shine upon them,
and in your loving wisdom and almighty power,
work in them the good purpose of your perfect will;
through Jesus Christ our Lord,
who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit,
one God,
now and forever.
AMEN.*



*Collects for All Saints and All Souls, combined -- Book of Alternative Services, 1985.






A soul cake, a soul cake,
Please, good missus, a soul cake,
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry,
Any good thing to make us all merry.

One for Peter, 
Two for Paul,
Three for Him who made us all.

The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin.
I have a little pocket to put a penny in.
If you haven't got a penny, a ha' penny will do.
If you haven't got a ha' penny then God bless you. 

A soul cake, a soul cake,
Please, good missus, a soul cake,
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry,
Any good thing to make us all merry.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

The Cookies are Coming!


Yes, it's that time of year again.

Do I mean Hallowe'en?  Nope.

Do I mean All Saints' Day? Nope.

Do I mean All Souls' Day?  Nope!


It's time for St. Cyprian's Annual Bake Sale and Bazaar -- featuring our famous Giant Table of Cookies!  Fill a box and put 'em in your freezer for up-coming holiday celebrations -- or take 'em home and enjoy them on the spot!



Saturday, November 3, 2018

2:00 - 4:00 p.m.

St. Cyprian's Parish Hall

All welcome!!

Please note: St. Cyprian's sells home-made cookies and other baked items at this event.  The parish does NOT guarantee these goods are free of nuts or gluten, so those with allergies, please be advised.  Thank you.

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

The Poppy Project: They're UP!

Just received these photos from Pippa Fitzgerald-Finch.  The poppies are UP and gloriously so!








A glorious display, a loving tribute...

Lest we forget.

Saturday, October 13, 2018

CTV News, Calgary...and the Poppy Project



The Cathedral Church of the Redeemer's Poppy Project was the subject of a lovely video clip on the news Friday evening, October 12.  You can watch the video clip HERE, or via the link shared on our Facebook Page.

The Cathedral will be covered in poppies from October 20 through November 12.  If you're in Calgary during that time, do take the opportunity to visit the site, reflect and remember.


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

-- In Flanders Fields, Dr. John McCrae