Sunday, January 7, 2018

Poetry at Epiphany: Malcolm Guite


Adoration of the Magi From a fresco in Cappadocia, ca 12th century


Epiphany: the magi

It might have been just someone else's story; 
Some chosen people get a special king,
We leave them to their own peculiar glory,
We don't belong, it doesn't mean a thing.
But when these three arrive they bring us with them,
Gentiles like us, their wisdom might be ours;
A steady step that finds an inner rhythm,
A pilgrim's eye that sees beyond the stars.
They did not know his name but still they sought him,
They came from otherwhere but still they found;
In palaces, found those who sold and bought him,
But in the filthy stable, hallowed ground.
Their courage gives our questing hearts a voice
To seek, to find, to worship, to rejoice.*

* Malcolm Guite, Sounding the Seasons, Canterbury Press, 2012

You can hear Mr. Guite reading his sonnet aloud; click HERE and scroll down.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Poetry for the Eve of Christmas: Madeleine L'Engle




The Risk of Birth
This is no time for a child to be born,
With the earth betrayed by war & hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out & the sun burns late.

That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honour & truth were trampled by scorn-
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.

When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on the planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn-
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.


Sunday, December 17, 2017

Poetry In Advent: Joy




A Sunday for Joy
A Sunday to remember Mary,
Theotokos,
God-bearer,
Mother of God in Christ.


"My soul magnifies the Lord, 
 and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
 for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant. 
Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed;
 for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name.
 His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation.
 He has shown strength with his arm; 
he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts.
 He has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly;
he has filled the hungry with good things, and sent the rich away empty.
He has helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy
 according to the promise he made to our ancestors, 
to Abraham and to his descendants forever." 

-- Luke 1: 46b - 55



'Magnificat'
Words and music: John Michael Talbot
Played and sung by Steve Bell

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Poetry in Advent: Steve Bell

Reflecting on the person and work of St. Nicholas of Myra -- whose feast day was December 6, and the man whose legend evolved into the one we call "Santa Claus" -- singer-song-writer Steve Bell recorded this song:



KINDNESS*

Christ has no body here but ours
No hands, no feet here on earth but ours
Ours the eyes through which He looks
On the world with kindness.

Ours are the hands through which He works
Ours are the feet on which He moves
Ours the voices through which He speaks
To this world with kindness.

Through our touch, our smile,
our listening ear
Embodied in us, Jesus is living here.
Let us go now, inspirited
Into this world with kindness.

*Written by Brian McLaren, recorded by Steve Bell; lyrics adapted from the poem  "Christ Has No Body" by Teresa of Avila.


 

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Christmas Sing-along!



All Welcome!

Get your Jingle Bells on and join us
for an hour of Very Merry Songs and Carols!

Saturday, December 16, 2017
1:00 - 2:00 p.m.
Refreshments to follow!

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Poetry in Ordinary Time: For All the Saints


The Church Militant and the Church Triumphant
Fresco by Andrea de la Firenze,
in Santa Maria Novella, c. AD 1365

All Saints Day is the second day in the triduum of Allhallowtide. The first is All Hallow's Eve (Hallowe'en, October 31) and the third, All Souls (November 2).  While Hallowe'en (or Halloween) has become a cultural celebration -- at least in North America -- All Saints (or All Hallows) Day and All Souls are observed in various ways (or not at all) by Christians around the world. 

A little research (okay; Wikipedia) reveals that All Saints and All Souls observances are based in the belief that "...there is a powerful spiritual bond between those in heaven (the "Church triumphant") and the living (the "Church militant") -- hence the illustration above, from a 14th century fresco.

Today's poem by Malcolm Guite remembers the quieter saints among us here in the "Church militant"...in our local parishes...and is taken from his book, Sounding the Seasons: Seventy Sonnets for the Christian Year (Canterbury Press, London, 2012).


A Last Beatitude

And blessed are the ones we overlook;
The faithful observers on the coffee rota,
The ones who hold no candle, bell or book
But keep the books and tally up the quota,
The gentle souls who come to 'do the flowers',
The quiet ones who organize the fete,
Church sitters who give up their weekday hours,
Doorkeepers who may open heaven's gate,
God knows the depths that often go unspoken
Amongst the shy, the quiet, and the kind,
Or the slow healing of a heart long broken,
Placing each flower so for a year's mind.
Invisible on earth, without a voice,
In heaven their angels glory and rejoice.



Sunday, October 29, 2017

The Cookies are Coming! The Cookies are Coming!


Yes, it's time to gear up for holiday baking...and for those who are short on time, inclination or skill...St. Cyprian's is once again offering its home-made goodies.

It's the Annual



When? Saturday, November 4, 2017
2:00 - 4:00 p.m.
Where?  St. Cyprian's Parish Hall
5005 C&E Trail, Lacombe, Alberta

Featuring
Our Annual
Cookie Sale Extraordinaire!

Box your own!
Get there early for the best selection!