So then, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath; (James 1:19)
Lord, there is a time to listen and a time to speak; please give us hearts to discern the time. Give your people listening ears so that they may hear you word and receive it into their hearts and minds.
for the wrath of man does not produce the righteousness of God. (James 1:20)
Holy Spirit, please help us lay aside wrath in the Episcopal Church and seek after your righteousness.
Therefore lay aside all filthiness and overflow of wickedness, and receive with meekness the implanted word, which is able to save your souls. (James 1:21)
Father, please help us in this nation turn from pornography and drugs and violent films and video games and receive your word into our hearts. Implant your word in us and help us receive your salvation.
But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves. (James 1:22)
Jesus, please show each of us each day how you want us to do your word. Thank you.
Friday: 88; * 91, 92; Joel 2:28-3:8; James 1:16-27; Luke 16:1-9
Saturday: 87, 90; * 136; Joel 3:9-17; James 2:1-13; Luke 16:10-17(18 )
Notes from the Front Line
Power in the Blood http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmoPGnUKL50&feature=related
Marching To Zion http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NTO3P_gsUc&feature=related
Blessed Assurance http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDh3jyi76E8
***** Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2010
From: Fr. Nigel Mumford+
Subject: We will Remember them…
To my fellow brothers in arms, those who served or those serving their country, God bless you, “WE WILL REMEMBER THEM” Nigel+
CHURCH OF ENGLAND NEWSPAPER 05 Nov 2010
Remembrance Day Sir, Regarding Brian Allen’s unease at the idea of a “religious relevance’ to Remembrance Sunday (October 29) I am reminded of the short poem on the nature of the soldiering man written by William Studdert Kennedy. Readers will recall Studdert Kennedy (“Woodbine Willie’) was a First World War Padre who realized that men were less likely to listen to those padres who did not share the front line with them. The poem beautifully dispatches at once both jingoism and the crass application of religious truth. From memory the poem goes something as follows:
Our Padre says I’m a sinner
And John Bull says I’m a saint
But they’re both of them sure to be liars
Cos’ I’m neither of them, I ain’t
I’m a man, and a man’s a mixture,
Right from “is very birth
Cos’ part of him comes from heaven
And part of him comes from the earth
There’s nothing in man that’s perfect
And nothing that’s all complete
He’s nobbut a great beginning
From his head to the soles of his feet.
Secondly, it also occurs to me that those who have carried out acts of exceptional valour during wartime, at hazard or loss of their own lives, whether soldier or civilian (however, grievous their personal failings may be and notwithstanding their need for the redemption that is in Christ) will be able to say to Christ their Judge that they have at least one thing in common with him if nothing else – they put their lives on the line for the deliverance of others. Whether they spend eternity with him or somewhere else (and I trust the former will apply, praise God) that remark will, also, ring true. Paul Simmons, East Twickenham
Albany Intercessor
