Bread is broken,
wine is poured,
and all in Christ
On All Saints’ Day – November 1, 1995, I had the privilege to worship at St. Paul’s Anglican Church in Cape Town, South Africa. I had talked and preached about All Saints’ Day often. I have deep appreciation for the Communion of Saints. It is an important and profound dimension of my faith. Still, this was the first All Saints’ Day service I ever attended. It included the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper and led me to write these words.
For all the saints, thanks be!
Cape Town, South Africa
2 November 1995
Filed under Poem, Worship
The notices have appeared again outside the Shire.
“Trick-or-Treat in Morningside Gardens will take place on October 31. for If you want trick-or-treaters, please come to the office for a sign to put on your door.”
As Halloween nears, here are some dos and don’ts that make sense to me:
Do support Trick-or-Treat for UNICEF
Don’t wear costumes that demean or exploit other peoples
Do use Fair Trade chocolate such as Divine, Equal Exchange, and others
Don’t wear racist or sexist or tasteless costumes
Do prepare to give thanks for what God has done in the lives of faithful people (living and dead) who have touched your life
What would you add?
See you along the Trail.
Purple flowers ordinarily post on Mondays. But this has been no ordinary week in New York and too many places around the world. As have our brothers and sisters along the coast and in other parts of the United States, including Puerto Rico, as have our sisters and brothers in Haiti, Cuba, Bahamas, Dominican Republic, Canada, and Jamaica, we have come through Sandy. Cyclone Nilam has impacted brothers and sisters living on the Indian Ocean. Storms real and storms metaphorical have touched lives around the world.
In all those places, in different ways, storms have battered, bruised, and tested people. There are new saints to remember on this All Saints’ Day. Scars remain and continue to emerge. Tests and challenges continue.
These are no ordinary purple flowers. During yesterday’s long walk, I came across them on 51st Street between 6th and 7th Avenues. They survived the storm.
I post them today
in memory of all killed by Sandy, Nilam, and other storms
in support for all who grieve
in honor of all who have endured
in profound respect for first responders
as a modest sign of hope for those who continue to struggle with the aftermath of the storm
as a prayer that our nation, our people and all the nations and peoples
may ponder the storm and how it calls us to change and
may find the courage to make those changes.
Manhattan, 31 October, 51st Street between 6th and 7th Avenues
See you along the Trail.