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Maundy Thursday

Christ Church Anglican Church Woodburn

1307 Woodburn Rd.,

Hannon, On.

L0R 1P0

Phone 905 692 3781

Reverend Trev Jones 289 649 0309

revtrev.jones@gmail.com

Greetings my friends: 

When I first arrived at Christ Church I found that on Maundy Thursday, we enjoyed fellowship in worship, by first eating together in a pot luck supper. Then as we set out to leave the parish hall and go to the church, each one of us would wash the hands of another – signifying our servanthood – and our love of one another.

This Maundy Thursday we cannot do that, but perhaps we may be able to feel that same sense of love and servanthood, in our own homes, but united in spirit through this worship.

Maundy Thursday

This is the day

that Christ the Lamb of God

gave himself into the hands of those who would slay him.

This is the day

that Christ gathered with his disciples in the upper room.

This is the day

that Christ took a towel

and washed the disciples’ feet,

giving us an example that we should do to others

as he has done to us.

This is the day

that Christ our God gave us this holy feast,

that we who eat this bread

and drink this cup

may here proclaim his Holy Sacrifice

and be partakers of his resurrection,

and at the last day may reign with him in heaven.

The Holy Gospel of Our Lord Jesus Christ according to John.

Now before the festival of the Passover, Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart from this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.

The devil had already put it into the heart of Judas son of Simon Iscariot to betray him. And during supper Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going to God, got up from the table, took off his outer robe, and tied a towel around himself. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel that was tied around him.

He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?”
Jesus answered, “You do not know now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”

Peter said to him, “You will never wash my feet.” Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no share with me.”  Simon Peter said to him, “Lord, not my feet only but also my hands and my head!”

Jesus said to him, “One who has bathed does not need to wash, except for the feet, but is entirely clean. And you are clean, though not all of you.” For he knew who was to betray him; for this reason he said, “Not all of you are clean.”

After he had washed their feet, had put on his robe, and had returned to the table, he said to them, “Do you know what I have done to you? You call me Teacher and Lord–and you are right, for that is what I am. So if I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet.

For I have set you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you.

Very truly, I tell you, servants are not greater than their master, nor are messengers greater than the one who sent them. If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them.

When he had gone out, Jesus said, “Now the Son of Man has been glorified, and God has been glorified in him.  If God has been glorified in him, God will also glorify him in himself and will glorify him at once.

Little children, I am with you only a little longer. You will look for me; and as I said to the Jews so now I say to you, ‘Where I am going, you cannot come.’

I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”

The Gospel of Christ.

Will You Let Me be Your Servant?

Some time ago, I read ”An Experience Named Spirit “ in which the author John Shea looks at what we do with stories and with ritual and ceremony in the Church. He begins by imagining Jesus talking to his disciples, telling them stories, such as the story of the Prodigal Son, as they sat at his feet, listening.

He sees the apostles later remembering the stories that Jesus had told them, and relating them to their own audiences.  People would hear the story, and feel almost as if they  were there, as the disciples were, sitting at Jesus’ feet, listening as he told one of his many parables.  

Some of those who heard the apostles would themselves retell Jesus’ stories to other people, allowing them to share in the same spiritual experience of being with Christ.  And down through the centuries people have told and retold those stories, often using the very words that Jesus used, until we hear them today. We hear about our Lord, we hear the words he spoke, and somehow we have a spiritual connection with the heart and the reason, of our faith.

There is a similar phenomenon at work when we celebrate the Eucharist. Jesus and his friends were at supper. There was bread, and lamb, prepared according to tradition. And there was wine. He blessed the bread and shared it with his friends.  And then the wine, likewise.

The apostles later re-enacted that last meal they ate with Jesus. They duplicated his actions, duplicated his words, and somehow, transmitted their own experience of sharing that meal with Christ to others.

This continued down through the centuries,  until today, we too can be at the institution of the  Last Supper, hear the words that  Christ spoke, take and eat of the bread which he offers, and drink the wine which he gives to his friends.

We participate in the sacrament, receive the grace of God.

We participate in the sacrament and are one with the Spirit of Christ.

We participate in the sacrament and are one with our brothers and sisters  throughout the world, and with our brothers and sisters throughout time, all the way back to those who knew and talked with, knew and walked with, broke bread with, Our Lord.

All the same, the sacrament of Eucharist is symbolic. A holy ritual, and we must make sure that the original meaning is never obscured by the ritual.

The Old Testament book of Exodus tells us the Israelites take part in a community wide – a nationwide – supper. They all eat the  Passover meal, and Jews since have been required to commemorate that time, relive that time, re-experiencing that time when God was with them, and delivered them.

In his Gospel, John today takes us to an upper room, at Passover.  Jesus was there with his friends for the Passover meal.  The room would be gloomy,  this being the evening.  Perhaps smoky oil lamps were lit, and the light would flicker with the breeze that would blow through the open windows.

Jesus wants to tell his disciples something important, something that he is not sure they have grasped as yet. He wants to tell them what it is to serve.

If you remember, he has said things like, “Those who wish to be first shall be last – if you want to be the greatest you must make yourself the least – and so on.

But you will also recall the account in Matthew where the mother of the sons of Zebedee had pleaded that her two sons be given a place of honour with Jesus in Heaven;  Mark and  Luke also tell us that the disciples discussed among themselves who would be a leader.  

They still did not understand what he meant by service.

And they had a hard time seeing Jesus as a servant.  He was a teacher, a loved and respected master, how could he be a servant? So here, in this dark room in the upstairs part of a house, with the table set for the Passover meal, and with the light from shuttering lamps casting shadows on the ceiling and walls, Jesus wanted to teach his disciples a simple truth.

He laid aside his garments, wrapped a towel around his waist, and taking  a basin of water, proceeded to wash the feet of his disciples, wiping them dry with the towel. He took the dusty, hardened, feet of his friends and he washed the dirt from them, and he dried them.

They were puzzled. So he explained what he had done. ” If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash the feet of each other.”  He was depicting for them, the paradox he had been trying to teach them all along: to lead is to serve. To love is to serve. To be the highest, one has to become the lowest. 

So how did things progress after that  night?  After the crucifixion?

In the centuries that followed?

Perhaps we can imagine that it went like this:

Let’s say, that you and I, new Christians in that early time, might arrange to meet in your home for fellowship and prayer. We might celebrate with each other the Lord’s Supper. And gradually, as people come to know about us, others might join us, and a group of loving followers of Christ comes into being.  Others may ask to join the group and eventually there might be so many people that we have to find another place to meet. 

We find a building that is just right.

Since there are so many people, and we have a building, we decide  that we need someone to minister to the group, and to organize and lead worship.

The building will need maintaining, so we will need a custodian. People will want those of their loved ones who have died to be buried near the church, so we will need a gravedigger and a cemetery committee.

Our praises will sound more beautiful and pleasing to God if we have music, so we will need an organ, and an organist.   And a choir to lead the singing. It will be nice to have sidespersons to welcome people and to lead them to their seats.   We will need money to run the place and do ministry, so we will need a treasurer, and maybe even fundraisers.

All of a sudden, instead of a group of people which met in someone’s home, you have an institution, and you have staff, and you have people who are leaders. And that’s all right.   Human institutions need leaders, that’s a fact of human social endeavour. But as so often happens,  organizing things, keeping the place running, maintaining the status quo, can begin to take precedence over the original goal.

Of being a servant like Christ.

So we have always to be alert, that the ideal of servanthood isn’t lost somewhere in the church structure. And that our rituals, Eucharist, baptism, foot-washing, haven’t lost their original meaning.

As Jesus gently explained, to Peter, it’s not really about washing. It’s about serving.

He didn’t want his followers to become a sect of holy foot washers, but to be servants.

Coming to church involves us in many things, many ways in which we serve the church, and Christ.

I just pray, this week of all weeks, when our Lord exemplified true service, even unto giving up his life on the cross, that whatever we do in the church or in his name in the wider community, we do humbly, out of love for him  and for his people and in the true spirit of servanthood.

I pray also that the love of God, humanized for us in Jesus Christ, will touch us, here,  tonight, as the disciples themselves were touched on that distant Passover Eve, as they ate that meal with Jesus. 

Amen

Let us pray.

Holy God,

source of all love,

on the night of his betrayal

Jesus gave his disciples a new commandment,

to love one another as he loved them.

Write this commandment in our hearts;

give us the will to serve others

as he was the servant of all,

who gave his life and died for us,

yet is alive and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit,

one God, now and for ever.

Amen

Palm Sunday

Christ Church Anglican Church Woodburn

1307 Woodburn Rd.,

Hannon, On.

L0R 1P0

Phone 905 692 3781

Reverend Trev Jones 289 649 0309

revtrev.jones@gmail.com

Greetings. Please use the following for personal worship, as desired.

It has been suggested that we all try to begin our reading and consideration of this abbreviated form of service, Sunday at 10.00 am. We will then be Christ Church together in prayer.

If you are not too far away, you may hear our bells rung at 10.00 am.

In normal times we have met in the Parish Hall, where we have received our palms had them blessed  and a prayer, and have processed  from the hall singing the hymn Ride on Ride on in Majesty and into church proper.

A bit of a challenge has arisen in that by processing into church in this way you may not get the seat where you usually sit.

And that’s not so bad, since we do need to get out of our comfort zone sometimes, and the more often, the better.

The following is an attempt to try and kindle some of the sense of Palm Sunday in our home.

Palm Sunday:

Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.

Hosanna in the highest

Dear friends in Christ,

during Lent we have been preparing

for the celebration of our Lord’s paschal mystery.

On this day our Lord Jesus Christ

entered the holy city of Jerusalem in triumph.

The people welcomed him with palms and shouts of praise,

but the path before him led to self-giving, suffering, and death.

Today we greet him as our King,

although we know his crown is thorns and his throne a cross.

We follow him this week from the glory of the palms

to the glory of the resurrection

by way of the dark road of suffering and death.

United with him in his suffering on the cross,

may we share his resurrection and new life.

Matthew 21:1-11
21:1 When they had come near Jerusalem and had reached Bethphage, at the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples,

21:2 saying to them, “Go into the village ahead of you, and immediately you will find a donkey tied, and a colt with her; untie them and bring them to me.

21:3 If anyone says anything to you, just say this, ‘The Lord needs them.’ And he will send them immediately.”

21:4 This took place to fulfill what had been spoken through the prophet, saying,

21:5 “Tell the daughter of Zion, Look, your king is coming to you, humble, and mounted on a donkey, and on a colt, the foal of a donkey.”

21:6 The disciples went and did as Jesus had directed them;

21:7 they brought the donkey and the colt, and put their cloaks on them, and he sat on them.

21:8 A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road.

21:9 The crowds that went ahead of him and that followed were shouting, “Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest heaven!”

21:10 When he entered Jerusalem, the whole city was in turmoil, asking, “Who is this?”

21:11 The crowds were saying, “This is the prophet Jesus from Nazareth in Galilee.”

This is the Gospel of Christ

Let us Pray.

It is right to praise you, almighty God,

for the acts of love by which you have redeemed us

through your Son Jesus Christ our Lord.

The Hebrews acclaimed Jesus as Messiah and King,

with palm branches in their hands, crying,

Hosanna in the highest.

May we also, carrying these emblems, go forth to meet Christ

and follow him in the way that leads to eternal life;

who lives and reigns in glory with you and the Holy Spirit,

now and for ever. Amen.

Ride on Ride on in Majesty

The Passion. 

Let us pray.

Almighty and ever living God,

in tender love for all our human race

you sent your Son our Saviour Jesus Christ

to take our flesh

and suffer death upon a cruel cross.

May we follow the example of his great humility,

and share in the glory of his resurrection;

through Jesus Christ our Lord,

who is alive and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit,

one God, now and for ever.

Psalm 31:9-16

31:9 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eye wastes away from grief, my soul and body also.

31:10 For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my misery, and my bones waste away.

31:11 I am the scorn of all my adversaries, a horror to my neighbors, an object of dread to my acquaintances; those who see me in the street flee from me.

31:12 I have passed out of mind like one who is dead; I have become like a broken vessel.

31:13 For I hear the whispering of many– terror all around!– as they scheme together against me, as they plot to take my life.

31:14 But I trust in you, O LORD; I say, “You are my God.”

31:15 My times are in your hand; deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors.

31:16 Let your face shine upon your servant; save me in your steadfast love.

The Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ according to Matthew.

27:11 Now Jesus stood before the governor; and the governor asked him, “Are you the King of the Jews?” Jesus said, “You say so.”

27:12 But when he was accused by the chief priests and elders, he did not answer.

27:13 Then Pilate said to him, “Do you not hear how many accusations they make against you?”

27:14 But he gave him no answer, not even to a single charge, so that the governor was greatly amazed.

27:15 Now at the festival the governor was accustomed to release a prisoner for the crowd, anyone whom they wanted.

27:16 At that time they had a notorious prisoner, called Jesus Barabbas.

27:17 So after they had gathered, Pilate said to them, “Whom do you want me to release for you, Jesus Barabbas or Jesus who is called the Messiah?”

27:18 For he realized that it was out of jealousy that they had handed him over.

27:19 While he was sitting on the judgment seat, his wife sent word to him, “Have nothing to do with that innocent man, for today I have suffered a great deal because of a dream about him.”

27:20 Now the chief priests and the elders persuaded the crowds to ask for Barabbas and to have Jesus killed.

27:21 The governor again said to them, “Which of the two do you want me to release for you?” And they said, “Barabbas.”

27:22 Pilate said to them, “Then what should I do with Jesus who is called the Messiah?” All of them said, “Let him be crucified!”

27:23 Then he asked, “Why, what evil has he done?” But they shouted all the more, “Let him be crucified!”

27:24 So when Pilate saw that he could do nothing, but rather that a riot was beginning, he took some water and washed his hands before the crowd, saying, “I am innocent of this man’s blood; see to it yourselves.”

27:25 Then the people as a whole answered, “His blood be on us and on our children!”

27:26 So he released Barabbas for them; and after flogging Jesus, he handed him over to be crucified.

27:27 Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the governor’s headquarters, and they gathered the whole cohort around him.

27:28 They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him,

27:29 and after twisting some thorns into a crown, they put it on his head. They put a reed in his right hand and knelt before him and mocked him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!”

27:30 They spat on him, and took the reed and struck him on the head.

27:31 After mocking him, they stripped him of the robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him away to crucify him.

27:32 As they went out, they came upon a man from Cyrene named Simon; they compelled this man to carry his cross.

27:33 And when they came to a place called Golgotha (which means Place of a Skull),

27:34 they offered him wine to drink, mixed with gall; but when he tasted it, he would not drink it.

27:35 And when they had crucified him, they divided his clothes among themselves by casting lots;

27:36 then they sat down there and kept watch over him.

27:37 Over his head they put the charge against him, which read, “This is Jesus, the King of the Jews.”

27:38 Then two bandits were crucified with him, one on his right and one on his left.

27:39 Those who passed by derided him, shaking their heads

27:40 and saying, “You who would destroy the temple and build it in three days, save yourself! If you are the Son of God, come down from the cross.”

27:41 In the same way the chief priests also, along with the scribes and elders, were mocking him, saying,

27:42 “He saved others; he cannot save himself. He is the King of Israel; let him come down from the cross now, and we will believe in him.

27:43 He trusts in God; let God deliver him now, if he wants to; for he said, ‘I am God’s Son.'”

27:44 The bandits who were crucified with him also taunted him in the same way.

27:45 From noon on, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon.

27:46 And about three o’clock Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” that is, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

27:47 When some of the bystanders heard it, they said, “This man is calling for Elijah.”

27:48 At once one of them ran and got a sponge, filled it with sour wine, put it on a stick, and gave it to him to drink.

27:49 But the others said, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to save him.”

27:50 Then Jesus cried again with a loud voice and breathed his last.

27:51 At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. The earth shook, and the rocks were split.

27:52 The tombs also were opened, and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised.

27:53 After his resurrection they came out of the tombs and entered the holy city and appeared to many.

27:54 Now when the centurion and those with him, who were keeping watch over Jesus, saw the earthquake and what took place, they were terrified and said, “Truly this man was God’s Son!”

This is The Gospel of Christ.

                           We Could Start With Today.

 You know, this Sunday we share the joy that people felt when Jesus rode into Jerusalem, as we joyfully sing ” Ride on Ride on, in Majesty ” –  and then later we share the sadness in his death by crucifixion.

We walk alongside a triumphant Jesus, and then we stand at the cross and see his humiliation.

What are we supposed to feel today? Happiness or sadness?

Are we supposed to feel an affinity with a Messiah, a winner, someone who will conquer those things that oppress us, or feel kinship with a man who dies on the cross, humiliated? Make a choice!

In the Eastern Church, the Orthodox Church crucifixes tend not to have the figure of Jesus on them. Here, in the Catholic tradition, we have crucifixes with the “corpus,” the body of  Christ on them

The first emphasizes the resurrection, the latter the crucifixion.

So the church is divided East and West on which reality to focus. .

But maybe we don’t have to  choose one or the other as a guide to faith.

Maybe the tension is between, on the one hand, praising Jesus, as a winner, and then deserting him as a loser.  Praising him and then condemning him. Because make no mistake about it we do condemn him in some of the things we do in life. 

I remember when I was in elementary school. I was perhaps eight years old. I saw some of my friends gathered around a boy who was a year or so younger. I asked what was happening, and I was told that you only had to pull a face at this kid and he would break into tears.

So I did.  I grimaced at him and sure enough he started crying. It was funny.

It wasn’t funny for him. But we soon got tired of it and left him alone.

We all have a share in driving the nails.

A punishment for thievery, in Medieval England was to be placed in the stocks. The stocks were a wooden frame with holes for the legs, and the head, and for the hands too, and a thief would be locked into the stocks and left there for a few days. And anyone going by could throw vegetables, fruit, mud, even stones, at the poor unfortunate victim. It was expected. Considered the duty of all law-abiding citizens. 

Even people who didn’t know the miscreant or his crime, would take a shot.

In Biblical times and in recent years in Afghanistan when the Taliban ruled for a period,  and stoning was reintroduced, everyone watching was expected to take up a stone and throw it,

You share the punishment. You share the blame.

But we have all thrown stones, haven’t we? 

Passing on gossip.  Condemning people without really knowing them.

We have all hurt someone at some time.

We have all taunted Jesus.

What?

Wait a minute, how did Jesus get in there?

 “What you do to the least of these my brothers or sisters, you do unto me.”

That’s how!

I wonder if we get into a certain way of doing things, that it becomes  habitual, and we don’t realise we are doing it. 

Like Sunday we are good Christians, but other days we are not so good? 

at work.

Like when there is nothing at stake, we are good Christians, but if rules need to be bent, or when acting as  a Christian would make doing our job difficult, we aren’t?

I have seen commercials advertising a great deal on an automobile – so much down and a ridiculously low monthly lease amount, which looks really good at a glance, but the small print which by law has to be there, mentions  that the lease is a reduced mileage lease – 10,000 kilometers only.

You are not going to take the reduced lease of course, but it gets you into the showroom. 

Or the store manager who marks up the prices of the furniture on the floor, by ten percent and then holds a sale featuring ten per cent off.

And he has no problem coming to church on a Sunday, never even thinking about the contradiction in his Sunday behaviour and his weekday behaviour.

It’s what he has always done.

Its normal marketing behaviour.

Nothing wrong with it.

I wonder if the marketing person who thought up that scheme is a Christian.

If he or she is, then they are doing something that is at odds with what they do on Sunday, aren’t they?  If they did this, then they probably have done other slightly misleading things too.

Because you kind of get into the habit of it.

The point I am trying to get to is that if that is the case with us, then we need to bring both sides of our lives into line with each other.

Live our Sunday life, Monday to Saturday.

Break old habits.

Habits can be dangerous.

I read about a man who was a creature of habit.

 He followed a strict and precise routine every morning. His alarm went off at 6.30 a.m. He rose briskly, shaved and showered, ate his breakfast, brushed his teeth. Picked up his briefcase, drove to the nearby ferry landing, parked his car, rode the ferry across to the downtown business area, got off the ferry, walked, hung up his coat, spread his papers out on his desk, and sat down in his chair at precisely 8.00. Not 8.01, not 7.59. Always 8.00 on the dot.

He had followed this same routine for nearly eight years.

Until one morning, his alarm did not go off, and he slept fifteen minutes late.

When he did awake, he was panic stricken. He rushed through his shower, nicked himself when he shaved, gulped down his breakfast, only halfway brushed his teeth, grabbed his briefcase, jumped into his car, drove to the ferry landing, jumped out of his car and looked for the ferry. There it was out in the water a few feet from the dock.

He said to himself,  “I think I can make it.” And he ran down the dock towards the ferry at full speed. Reaching the edge of the pier he gave an enormous leap out over the water and miraculously, landed, with a loud thud on the deck of the ferry.

The captain rushed down to make sure he was alright, and said, “Man that was a tremendous leap, but if you would have waited just another minute we would have reached the dock, and you could have walked on.”

Every year at this Palm Sunday service, we break the routine a bit don’t we? Instead of sitting squashed up in the back five or six pews, we have to meet in the hall,  then process into the church in a sort of mixed up order.

And we are just a bit worried that someone will have taken our seat – the one we have occupied every Sunday for the past umpteen years.  

And we are reminded that going with the flow, doing things without thinking about them, taking the easy way, is what condemned Jesus.

Not everyone in that crowd that yelled out, “Crucify him,” really wanted to have that man hung on a cross, but they went with the flow.

Some of them had even welcomed him when he rode into Jerusalem, shouting Hosanna to the Son of David!  Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!  Hosanna in the highest heaven!”

If our life is like that, loving Jesus on the one hand,  and then on the other hand, by our actions “condemning him,” then we need to look at our daily habits, and change them.

We need to think for ourselves.

Maybe go against the flow for once in a while.

Don’t do what everyone does.

Take a stand against racist or sexist jokes; stand up for the underdog; speak out when we know someone is lying; don’t gild the lily; tell the truth.

Write to the government when you disagree with its policies, rather than just letting it go by.

Get involved in a  writing campaign for Amnesty International, adopt a Foster Child, take positive action to try and put right, things which are wrong.

Don’t be afraid of standing out in a crowd.

You know, the Jews have been blamed over the centuries for crucifying Jesus. That fact has been used to justify pogroms, persecutions and ultimately genocide.

Right now, Hindus are persecuting Moslems in India, and Moslems have persecuted Hindus.

Israelis are persecuting Palestinians, and Palestinians are persecuting Israelis.

Every hour of the day someone drives a nail into his hands, or into his feet, or drives a sword into his side.

Don’t you agree that it’s time we changed out habitual way of looking at other people?  

That we changed the way we do things?

Maybe just take a look at how we live, and if there is a bad habit that needs to be thrown out, to do it.

We could start with today. Here and now.  On this kind of crazy mixed up Sunday.

Amen.

Let us pray.

Dear God, 

At this moment of our fear and anguish, come upon us.

May the body of humanity be filled with light

May the mind of humanity be filled with love.

May every cell of both body and consciousness 

be flooded with the divine.

May those who are sick be healed.

May those who fear and grieve and panic 

be comforted.

And may all humanity be purified 

of the selfishness, greed and irresponsibility 

That in so many ways led to this.

Bless the doctors, nurses,

the scientists, the grocers, sanitation workers, the political leaders, manufacturers,

and all those who are working so hard

to save us.

Please work a miracle

in our minds and hearts

And take the virus from our midst.  Amen

( Prayer Requests. Please forward requests for prayer to

the Prayer Chain, c/o Tricia Puttock, at 905 692 0828 or by email: dpputtock@rogers.com )

Closing Prayer:

May the God of Peace enable us to do His will in every kind of goodness, working in us what pleases Him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be the glory, for ever and ever. Amen

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Yesterday ( Saturday ) Gil and Joan Whitwell celebrated their 67th Wedding Anniversary. When I called to congratulate them ( by necessity they are alone at home of course) they asked me to send their love and blessings to all their Christ Church friends. Send a message via  joannbonk54@gmail.com

The upcoming Ham and Scalloped Potato Dinner has been postponed.

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The Bishop’s Homily and a weekly service can be watched  on the diocesan Facebook page or the diocesan You Tube page.

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The question has been asked: “How do we continue to support our church with our offerings?”

Under Interac E transfer  (on line banking) :  as follows

            Send Money to:  Christ Church Woodburn

            Notify by email

            Contact email:  slaustin@rogers.com

            Message:  Parishioners should include their envelope number here. 

            Offerings can also be mailed to the church – using offering envelope inside   a normal mail envelope.

Children’s Story

Once upon a time, in a faraway country, a little donkey was standing, tied, next to his mother, outside their owner’s house when someone came and spoke to their owner and borrowed the donkey.

He was taken to a place outside the city .Someone put cloak on his back and someone climbed astride him.

He was urged forward and walked down a steep path toward the city gate, and through the gate.

While he was doing this, he heard a lot of people cheering and yelling out some words he didn’t understand, but the people were excited. They even threw palm leaves onto the path ahead of him to make his way easier.

After a while the man on his back got off, and walked further into the city and the donkey was taken back to his place next to his mother.

He told her he had a very exciting time, and that night he could hardly sleep thinking of how the day had been.

Early morning his mother was still sleeping when he set off to the same place he had been yesterday and he made his way down the same path.

But it wasn’t the same.

He saw some people, but they didn’t even look at him.

“What’s the matter? he asked in his donkey voice,. ” Don’t you remember me?”

Then as he meandered about, someone slapped his haunches and said, “Get out of the way, donkey.”

“What’s wrong?” he thought. ” Yesterday they were all praising me, and calling me names and  yelling nice things, and it was so good. Today no-one cares.”

And he was very sad.

He went home and when he saw his mother he started to cry.

“What’s wrong?” she asked him, nuzzling him with her nose.

He told her about his bad experience. ” Yesterday everyone was cheering me. And were so nice. Today they were angry with me. No one liked me at all,” he told her through his tears.

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” Oh you silly little donkey,” she said, ” The day before, the people were not cheering you, they were cheering the man you carried on your back.”

“Really?” he asked.

” Really,” she  said, ” You did a good thing, but you didn’t do it to get praise or reward. It is your job.”

” But is was nice to hear the people cheering.”

“Yes,” His mother said, ”  It is nice to hear when we have done something good, but we don’t do it for praise, we do it because we want to help someone. That gives a good feeling all by itself.”

“Well, :” He said doubtfully, ” I think….I understand.”

“You will when you are older, ” his mother said.

The end.

( I found this story somewhere on the web, years ago. This is how I remembered it. )