tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452366057148963499.post7641898593212338312..comments2023-10-23T09:32:36.171-07:00Comments on The Crimson Rambler: updates!Crimson Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020190454645032359noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452366057148963499.post-17222252279705956782009-01-14T10:19:00.000-08:002009-01-14T10:19:00.000-08:00Oh how I miss my annual sprinkling during the Grea...Oh how I miss my annual sprinkling during the Great Vigil at smells and bells Oxford-envy chapel out in the great Canadian east, and consider it one of the great holy weirdnesses of our beloved tradition.Stephen Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03705819485045114741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452366057148963499.post-20531825608134810752009-01-13T14:23:00.000-08:002009-01-13T14:23:00.000-08:00To dang bad about the lackluster outrage. Probabl...To dang bad about the lackluster outrage. Probably suffering from left-over celebration fatigue and just not really able to commit to a serious emotional outburst. Too, too bad.spookyrachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11652180845736295060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452366057148963499.post-52657309357031080102009-01-13T13:15:00.000-08:002009-01-13T13:15:00.000-08:00This is truly splendid, as is Kathryn's story.Hey,...This is truly splendid, as is Kathryn's story.<BR/><BR/>Hey, I never realized before that "aspersing" the crowd comes from the same word as "aspersion" - as in, "to cast aspersions" on someone. <BR/><BR/>One of you priesty types, please explain how that word means both things!Mary Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02970052534402740820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452366057148963499.post-32663481587410347962009-01-13T09:15:00.000-08:002009-01-13T09:15:00.000-08:00What a beautiful idea! I love when the children c...What a beautiful idea! I love when the children can be involved. They learn so much by "DOING"! <BR/>Kathryn, I'd imagine that God thoroughly enjoyed your worship that day!Evelynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12951750886078196828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452366057148963499.post-70350994931183646012009-01-12T20:47:00.000-08:002009-01-12T20:47:00.000-08:00Oh, Kathryn, that story is just too precious - I c...Oh, Kathryn, that story is just too precious - I could so imagine such a thing happening to me - and giggling all night...<BR/><BR/>Rambler - beautiful - I'm going to borrow it one of these days!Terrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15667178624061122421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452366057148963499.post-91940324453893645912009-01-12T16:28:00.000-08:002009-01-12T16:28:00.000-08:00Ah, Rambler, sometimes you make me wish I were an ...Ah, Rambler, sometimes you make me wish I were an Episcopalian....and if I were I might have made it to church on Sunday through the snow, since the EC is a lot closer than the UCC. But I made do with descriptions of services and RGBP sermons.Auntie Knickershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08854138665883068803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452366057148963499.post-73453847989267541162009-01-12T14:49:00.000-08:002009-01-12T14:49:00.000-08:00Ah, asperges....the cause of what was , if not my ...Ah, asperges....the cause of what was , if not my finest then certainly my funniest hour during my curacy. We always sprinkle the congregation at teh Easter Vigil, after they have renewed their baptismal vows and the first Easter after my priesting I was presiding at this service. Lacking the necessary ecclesiastical pastry brush, WonderfulVicar had cut a large branch of rosemary from the churchyard and having prayed all the appropriate prayers I set to with enthusiasm...The congregation clustered around the font, the choir closest...I took aim and splashed....Easter Vigil, remember. Holiest and most solemnly joyous night of the year. And on that very night the rosemary snapped and sailed through the air, catchign my youngest son (Head Chorister at the time, and standing looking "Butter wouldn't melt" in the front row of choristers) a glancing blow on the nose...No mean cricketer, he reacted instantly, caught the offending twig and hurled it smartly back at his mother...who missed, so that it landed, splash, in the font...where it floated reproachfully for the rest of the evening. <BR/>Given that I am an inveterate giggler and that the younger choristers were all part of my much loved and missed Youth Group, and you will not be surprised to hear that the next stage of the service was spent in badly controlled hysteria....<BR/>I'm never going to do it again senza pastry brush. Never!<BR/><BR/>But your thing sounds beautiful...I'm glad it connected with teh congregation tooKathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09171138485811816831noreply@blogger.com