The Little White Church on Main Street, Canmore, Alberta
The magi reveal the gifts they have brought of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Gold represents the honour brought to a King, frankincense is a connection to the divine by raising our prayers heavenward, and myrrh a holy oil of anointing. Carry your treasures and give them away freely. ~ Christine Valters Paintner There is so much love in the world. There is so much good. Smile at people you go past even if they don’t smile back, they feel that …
Evensong ~ Befriending the end of the Journey ~ November 13, 7:15 “Death is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love.” Rilke We gather to contemplate befriending death in song, silence and in story, with the reading of an uncommonly tender, wonderfully warm story written for children, a meditation on the cycle of life. “Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person …
On the Eve of All Souls… Join in a time of remembrance in the sanctuary …where we will remember those who have gone before us…a time for prayer, for song and for silence, for remembering and naming. Please feel free to bring a symbol of personal remembrance, an object, a photograph, a word a name…an offering to bless the space between us. Evensong Contemplative Mid-Week Worship 7:15 PM on Wednesdays Ralph Connor Memorial United Church
~ Blessings of trees ~ They give us shade, fruit, beauty, and a place of refuge for all ages. We consider the many blessings of trees. Join us, as we contemplate blessings, in word and song.
Evensong Ralph Connor Memorial United Church Wednesday, Sept. 25, 7:15pm Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment… ~ Mary Oliver, In Blackwater Woods In Praise of the Earth Let us remember within us The ancient clay, Holding the memory of seasons, The passion of the wind, The fluency of water, The warmth of fire, The quiver-touch of the sun And shadowed sureness of the moon. …
We continue in the liturgical season of Easter with a celebration of the poetry of spring. Praying by Mary Oliver It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few Small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak. Evensong …