A Good Thought for November 23rd....

....which is the feast day of St. Clement AD 100.

Faith appears to be the first inclination towards salvation: then follow fear and hope and repentance, which growing up togther with temperance and patience, lead us on to love and knowledge.
St. Clement: Stromata.

Here is a link to more information about St. Clement http://www.ewtn.com/library/MARY/CLEMENT.HTM

Notes from the Congregational Meeting - Nov. 9th, 2008

In Response to the Question …What Would You Like to See Happening at St. James Santee Episcopal Church in 2009?


The Marriage Course offered again

Monthly Fellowship Gatherings – Wednesday nights

More Hands-On Community Outreach

Use praise music in combination with traditional music in worship – Guitar/Piano

Familiar music*

Food Drive or some other type of food ministry – perhaps in concert with others in community.

People who are willing to drive others to town

Dialog Sermons (Dick did this once a month)

Outings at Brick Church – Oyster Roast, for example

Occasional Services at Jamestown and other sites associated with SJS

Healing Prayer Service

Vestry Building improved ( Quiet HVAC and improve bathroom) so we can get more use out of it - AA, etc.

* Suggestion was made to write the names of several of your favorites on the Time and Talent survey.


May the Lord who has given us the will to do these things give us the grace and power to perform them. Amen.

All Saints

On the occasion of All Saints Day, here is an image from Wells Cathedral* with a representation of saints galore and a great poem by Matthew R. Brown.

For all the Secret Tzaddiks and Undercover Saints:

SAINTS

It is the glory of the Church

that it cannot name all the saints.

It is the glory of the Church

that it cannot remember all the saints.

It is the glory of Christ

that we cannot count all the saints.

Saints are found

behind all the rocks of the mountain.

Saints are found

among the trees of the wood.

Saints hide

in blossoms,

ride birds,

top clouds;

follow passages under the earth.

They sweep the floors of the universe.

They take out the garbage of the cosmos.

The seeds they scatter

soften and green the hillsides;

leaves open their hands;

joyful beasts wander

among trees,

cling to grassy slopes.

The faithful cling

to the roots

of the saints,

growing up from the ground.

*Click on the photo for an enlarged image. I especially like that there are empty spaces on the bottom rows for saints yet to come.