O For a World
A Favourite Hymn of Ann's that reflects her open hearted spirituality
O for a world where everyone respects each other’s ways,
where love is lived and all is done with justice and with praise.
O for a world where goods are shared and misery relieved,
where truth is spoken, children spared, equality achieved.
We welcome one world family and struggle with each choice
that opens us to unity and gives our vision voice.
The poor are rich, the weak are strong, the foolish ones are wise.
Tell all who mourn, outcasts belong, who perishes will rise.
O for a world preparing for God’s glorious reign of peace,
where time and tears will be no more, and all but love will cease.
Service for Ann Kendrew Friday 11 am,
Primrose United Church
A funeral service for Ann Kendrew will be held at
Primrose United Church this Friday December 20th at 11 am.
We will sing some of Ann's favourite hymns and hold her precious in our midst as we say a formal goodbye to her,
knowing that her lively spirit will be ever with us.
Luncheon will be served up the road from the church at Wally Barr and Karin Klouman's farmhouse. Everyone is welcome.
There is room at the inn for everyone to chat with the family and share memories of Ann. In lieu of flowers, if you wish to give a monetary gift in memory of Ann, the family would appreciate donations to Primrose United Church or the Shelburne Library. You can give to the church by mailing a cheque to the church office in Shelburne: 200 Owen Sound Street, Shelburne, L9V 3L4 or by donating on line at: https://www.shelburneprimrose.com/donate.html. To give to the Shelburne Library contact them at firstname.lastname@example.org or mail to 201 Owen Sound St, Shelburne, ON L9V 3L2. Ann's home church and the local library were most important to Ann. For a full obituary https://www.imfunerals.com/notices/Ann-Fawcett-Kendrew
The Risk of Birth, An Advent Poem by Madeleine L'Engle
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.
Three short videos - messages of hope from Jennifer Henry and KAIROS and from Richard Bott, the moderator of the United Church of Canada.
The Advent and Christmas season belongs to the poet -
the artist who can imagine a reality other than the brutal and harsh one we are faced with day to day.
It is the voice of the poet who gives us the picture of the lamb curled up with the lion,
of the people of all races and creeds and religions
streaming to God’s holy mountain to learn
to make peace, not war,
to create, not destroy,
to emerge, not to hide.
It is the storyteller who imagined for us the
exquisitely beautiful Christmas story of Jesus’ birth.
No one can resist it. Its power sparkles with radiance.
Even as the crowd claims not to believe in anything,
still the story of a baby in a manger,
touches them with the thought of new possiblity.
It is the poets and the storytellers who take us by the hand and lead us
through the season of waiting,
through the season of rejoicing,
through the season of wonder and anticipation.
Oh, so much better than the world of worry
and stress and business that the worldly rulers offer us.
This Christmas remember the story of Easter.
‘Rise and Resist.’
Rise in the morning and resist the rush and fuss and fury.
Wait. Wonder. Imagine. Live in Possibilities.
And if you have some extra money this year,
I’d gamble it on the poets and the storytellers and the visionaries and the dreamers.
Because they are the ones that hold the divine reality.
The shopkeepers, they just have stuff.
In our secret yearnings
Have a listen to some of our advent music and listen to Bishop Barron speak about the spirituality of Advent.