Bill, William, Ray and John
G2 Ocean's Blu Tide 585x92 passing 7H at 6:30 last evening. She's due to depart Monday.
Saturday, a day at 7H. Up at four o'clock with black and dark. Linda went to the annual English Tea and Fashion Show at Holy Nativity, a fundraising event for money to be given to various local charities, and had a delightful time. For my worthless part, it was a rest day, my Sabbath, a morning nap and pour over the scripture for Sunday morning, not homiletic but sort of prep for Sunday School. The bishop has a project involving the collects, haven't looked at that yet, but many Sunday mornings we go over the Collect for Purity and the Collect for the Day, discern the prayer's theology. Once in a while I tell them about the collect, who wrote it, how old it is, some of these prayers date back well more than a thousand years. And we have some that are new, 20th century.
Collect for tomorrow, Proper 16 Year B:
Grant, O merciful God, that your Church, being gathered together in unity by your Holy Spirit, may show forth your power among all peoples, to the glory of your Name; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.**
John McCain died yesterday, couple days after stopping treatment for glioblastoma. The news is crushing to me because it brings back with full force the brain cancer death of Bill Lloyd, a friend for whom, like William Hall and Ray Wishart, I've never finished grieving and being angry with τοῦ πατρὸς τῶν φώτων the Father of Lights, to borrow from the Letter of James, which we start reading next Sunday morning. Born in 1936, a year younger than I, John McCain was a naval officer when I was a naval officer, a commander when I was a commander, and I couldn't help but identify with him from the time I heard he was shot down and captured, a prisoner of the North Vietnamese. John McCain was a character, a strange sort of hero, a witness against evil, a man who was needed.
There's that moon again over downtown Panama City. Tyndall lights to the right along the shoreline. Mars high and off to the right. My struggle this morning, StAndrewsBay brightly illuminated in the light of the moon, is whether creation as seen from 7H is more beautiful as the moon rises or as it sets.
** From Marion Hatchett, "Commentary on the American Book of Common Prayer" - - Proper 16 - - This collect was new to the 1928 Book of Common Prayer for Tuesday in Whitsun Week. The preamble derives from a Gregorian [Gregorian Sacramentary, 10th century] collect (no. 542) for the Friday after Pentecost. The Gregorian petition is that the church may not be disturbed by the assault of the enemy. The petition of the Prayer Book collect is that the church, united through the gift of the Spirit, may make God's power manifest throughout the world."
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With three shrimp, Sunday prePrandial:
Saturday, a day at 7H. Up at four o'clock with black and dark. Linda went to the annual English Tea and Fashion Show at Holy Nativity, a fundraising event for money to be given to various local charities, and had a delightful time. For my worthless part, it was a rest day, my Sabbath, a morning nap and pour over the scripture for Sunday morning, not homiletic but sort of prep for Sunday School. The bishop has a project involving the collects, haven't looked at that yet, but many Sunday mornings we go over the Collect for Purity and the Collect for the Day, discern the prayer's theology. Once in a while I tell them about the collect, who wrote it, how old it is, some of these prayers date back well more than a thousand years. And we have some that are new, 20th century.
Collect for tomorrow, Proper 16 Year B:
Grant, O merciful God, that your Church, being gathered together in unity by your Holy Spirit, may show forth your power among all peoples, to the glory of your Name; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.**
John McCain died yesterday, couple days after stopping treatment for glioblastoma. The news is crushing to me because it brings back with full force the brain cancer death of Bill Lloyd, a friend for whom, like William Hall and Ray Wishart, I've never finished grieving and being angry with τοῦ πατρὸς τῶν φώτων the Father of Lights, to borrow from the Letter of James, which we start reading next Sunday morning. Born in 1936, a year younger than I, John McCain was a naval officer when I was a naval officer, a commander when I was a commander, and I couldn't help but identify with him from the time I heard he was shot down and captured, a prisoner of the North Vietnamese. John McCain was a character, a strange sort of hero, a witness against evil, a man who was needed.
There's that moon again over downtown Panama City. Tyndall lights to the right along the shoreline. Mars high and off to the right. My struggle this morning, StAndrewsBay brightly illuminated in the light of the moon, is whether creation as seen from 7H is more beautiful as the moon rises or as it sets.
** From Marion Hatchett, "Commentary on the American Book of Common Prayer" - - Proper 16 - - This collect was new to the 1928 Book of Common Prayer for Tuesday in Whitsun Week. The preamble derives from a Gregorian [Gregorian Sacramentary, 10th century] collect (no. 542) for the Friday after Pentecost. The Gregorian petition is that the church may not be disturbed by the assault of the enemy. The petition of the Prayer Book collect is that the church, united through the gift of the Spirit, may make God's power manifest throughout the world."
T
With three shrimp, Sunday prePrandial:
