Bigger on the inside

Fans of the tardis already know that it is bigger on the inside than it appears from the outside; but it’s not the only thing that is built that way.

Life. Way more gets packed into it than anyone would believe.

Labyrinths. Compacted pathways that cover miles (or portions of them) while taking up a corner of a garden, a segment of a transept; it always seems to take forever to reach the centre, but the journey is easy; straightforward in a roundabout way.

Mirror mazes are the opposite; smaller than they look; tricky and mean.

Retreats. Mine lasted from about eight in the morning, when everyone left, till about three in the afternoon, when they started coming home and woke me from an apparently much-needed nap. Short, but filled with prayer, a pilgrimage, fasting, breaking fast and even a nap thrown in for good measure.

Also, a labyrinth.

It’s bigger on the inside, and it also features the shapes of bow ties (which are cool) and a central star shape. Suitable for religious or secular meditation, may it transport you through space and time and always return, in the end, to the exact present, necessary moment.

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Year C Proper 24: On the need to pray always and not to lose heart

The days are coming, says the Lord, says Jeremiah, the days are surely coming when I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel and the house of Judah. I will be their God, and they shall be my people. The days are surely coming. And Jesus affirms the words of the prophet: Will not God listen to those who cry out day and night? Will God delay to do justice? The days are surely coming.

But what do we do while we are waiting?

Patience is not easy to come by. We live in a world run riot with fast this and instant that and quickie the other. We are barely able to contain ourselves while we fast forward through the adverts to get back to our favourite show. Heaven help the person who hesitates for half a second when the traffic light turns green – unless she’s a big fan of the car horn symphony orchestra! Waiting for the yes or no on a job application can be all-consuming. Waiting for medical test results, school exam results, waiting to find out whether the fog will lift and the plane will leave, waiting in line for the drive through when there are four, count them, four whole cars ahead of us! – most of us don’t do so well with waiting. We change lanes repeatedly to try to find a shortcut through the traffic jam when really, everyone’s on the same road. We check our email compulsively, almost convulsively, to see if the answer’s come through yet. We want what we want, and we want it now!

But that desire can be a good thing, it can be a driving force for getting on, for learning, for growing, if it is tempered with patience rather than impatience, persistence rather than frustration. Because patience is not necessarily passive, and persistence doesn’t have to be rude.

You may have noticed a certain theme to the hymnody that we’re using this morning. It’s a harvest festival, celebrating the in-gathering of our gifts to the food pantry, our successful first season in the garden, our ongoing stewardship campaign, and highlighting the offerings of our music ensemble. You know, to learn a musical instrument takes tremendous amounts of both patience and persistence. If you are too impatient for perfection, you will all too easily give up hope and lose interest in the instrument. It’s easy to make a horrible noise on a school recorder. It takes a lot more effort to make it joyfully, knowing that it is one more step towards something beautiful.

Growing a garden takes a mixture of that practical persistence and passive patience. You have to keep the faith: watering and weeding and waiting; but there are so many variables that are out of our control: the weather, the wild animals, the variety of whims to which nature is inclined. But, says the letter to Timothy, be persistent whether the time is favourable or unfavourable.

Of course, the letter-writer is talking not about practicing the piano or growing a garden, but about sharing our faith, persistently and patiently, whether the time is good or bad, his point being that there is never a bad time to share the love of God, the hope that is in Jesus Christ, the promise that the days are surely coming when justice will prevail and God’s kingdom will come, God’s will be done here on earth as it is in heaven. There is never a bad time to advocate for justice. But like so many good things, it takes patience. It takes persistent and faithful patience, persistent and patient hope.

The widow, in the Gospel story, is anything but patient. She is more like us in the traffic gridlock, angry and a little bit out of control. She is, in fact, literally beating up on the judge. The words that our translation uses are very gentle, but the image of the original language is much less genteel. We are used to reading parables as allegories: this stands for that; we are the widow, God is the judge; but this judge is the epitome of all that is godless, and the widow is a cartoon character of a little old lady beating up on him with her umbrella. We do not, I think, see ourselves following the widow’s example by beating God into submission with our prayers.

So what does it mean for Jesus to tell a parable about needing to pray always and not to lose heart?

I wonder if the key is there at the very beginning: do not lose heart. I wonder if it is there at the end: will the Son of Man find faith, that patient and persistent hope?

I know that God listens to our prayers. We don’t need to beat God like a lazy judge – God is swift with mercy and abundant in grace and love. God has promised seedtime and harvest in their due season. The days are surely coming, says the prophet, when God will say, they will be my people, and I will be their God. Remembering, when times are difficult, when progress is patchy at best, when the harvest doesn’t grow or gets washed away, burned away, buried by snow; remembering that God is faithful, that the days are surely coming; that is what takes patience and persistence.

And prayer, talking to God, staying in touch with God, recognizing that our lives are lived in the presence, the ever-attentive, responsive presence of God; prayer helps. It helps to keep us hopeful. It helps to keep us connected. It helps us to recognize God’s mercy when it happens, God’s unexpected graces when they fall.

Sometimes, when our prayers are repeated week after week, we wonder if we have the patience to persist; but like a musical talent blossoming or a garden blooming, the only way forward is faithful devotion, persistent practice, and perhaps a little patience.

Does prayer change the mind of God? I really don’t know how to answer that. I know that God is not a lazy judge who needs bullying into action; God is always good. But I know, too, that prayer does change us. It changes the person praying, entering into partnership with God in a moment of intentional intimacy. It changes the people prayed for, too.

One morning this week I woke up knowing that the day to come would be something of a trial. I began to pray, but it was difficult. You know when your thoughts are on a loop and it’s hard to find the end of them in order to find the beginning? It was difficult to know where to start. Then I remembered the people who had promised to pray for me that morning; the five women I meet with every Monday morning to discuss these scriptures and share their applications to our lives and ministries. I remembered that they were praying for me, and resting in their prayers, I found myself able to join with them, and to enter the day with the confidence that is within the gift of God’s grace.

(Not long afterwards, when I turned on my phone, the first thing that popped up was an email from one of the women, saying, “We’re praying for you,” followed by a chorus of Amens from the others. I wasn’t just imagining it!)

In a few moments we will join together in the Prayers of the People. We will pray to God for the church, the world, for ourselves and for our families and friends. We do so in faith that God is listening, and will take our prayers to heart, and answer them as God best can: God’s will be done, God’s kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven. In praying together we can encourage one another in faith and trust, knowing that there is no unfavourable time for God’s mercy, no poor time to pray.

I am going to ask you, then, to think as we move towards our prayers together, of what it is that you are waiting patiently for, what problems persist, where you need God’s promise in your life, in our lives together. Remember those thanksgivings, too, which prayer recognizes. Bring those prayers to the silence between our petitions, and speak them to God. Speak them into the silence, and know that God is listening; and be at peace.

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Back and forth

How long, Lord, how long?
The days are surely coming;
God will not delay.

How long, Lord, before
justice rolls like a river?
God will not delay.

How long, Lord, how long?
Pray without ceasing, knowing
the days are coming….

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The widow’s might

I might be tempted call her a nag, or a scold, or a hag, or worse. A woman I knew said, “My husband says I am an advocate for our child; but I know that’s not the word that the head of school uses to describe me when I get off the phone.” Women are still accused of being strident or shrill if they raise their voices, unladylike if they take off their shoes and their kid gloves. Yet here, centuries before women’s lib was outdated, here is a character who knows her right to be recognized, to be justified. She knows that in the economy of the kingdom of God she has just as much worth as a worthless judge, and she is not afraid to say so, nor to keep saying so, whatever the judge might call her behind her back. What’s more, she is not doing it for a child or a sister or a friend; she is not hiding her own worth behind someone else’s. She owns her own value.

There’s a whole lot else in this story, but this fearless female spoke to me.

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Your faith has saved you

There are those who believe that a world in which miracles happen is one in which we could not live without the unpredictability driving us insane. Others feel that a world without miracles is one in which we would not want to live, hope being driven thus to despair. I believe profoundly that miracles happen, but to expect them would, I think, be paradoxical, since miracles are by definition outside of our expectations of how things happen. They are mysterious, sometimes showy, sometimes subtle, sometimes secret, always astonishing.
Ten people suffering from leprosy were healed. One, a Samaritan man, came back to say thank you, praising God loudly as he did so. Jesus told him, after a few choice words about the others, “your faith has made you well.”
They are words which bring hope to many; following hard on the heels of his assurance that even a mustard seed faith has tremendous power. But they are dangerous words, too, which have been used to faith-shame the sick, the sad, the sorry, and which have deprived others of medical care. My faith contains within it the trust that God gave us the kind of brains that can dream up mind blowing medical technologies for a reason.
But I digress.
What did it mean for Jesus to tell the Samaritan that faith had healed him? What healed the other nine? What was the difference?
There is an awkward feel to the words that Jesus chooses to talk about the Samaritan’s return: “was none found to return except this foreigner?” Earlier in the gospel, the language of lost and found was used to describe repentance, those returned to God’s embrace. “This foreigner,” religiously suspect in standard Jewish judgement, nevertheless knew exactly whom to praise when good things befell him; he came back praising God loudly.
It is possible that when Jesus told him, “your faith has made you well,” if I am reading my Greek correctly (never a given, although a quick flick through the commentaries gives me confidence), a more precise translation might be, “your faith has saved you.”
It is possible that at this point, Jesus was talking less about the healing miracle that he shared with nine others than the miracle of his repentance, his gratitude, his praise of God which completed his healing, cured his soul as well as his body, restored him to wholeness.
Such an interpretation fits with Jesus’ concern for the restoration of lost sheep, lost sons, lost coins to the fold and the family. It explains why this man heard these words, while the oblivious nine wandered away amazed and bemused by their physical cure, which Jesus had rendered to them. It suggests that our salvation, our wholeness, our well being rests on more than physical fitness or a cure.
I believe in miracles. I believe in the power of prayer and the gift of faith which is a gift from God. I believe that being saved means, among other things, being restored to a place where we can praise God even in a world where leprosy exists, even after countless years of suffering, even when we don’t really understand what is happening or why. I believe that the faith which Jesus commended was the fundamental trust in God which made the Samaritan sure that all of the blessings of this life flow directly from God’s hand, which made him extravagantly grateful, which assured him that he was acceptable in Jesus’ sight, welcome to return to him, even a foreigner such as he.

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Year C Proper 22: All that we need

Whether the Psalm is spoken or sung or whispered behind closed doors, there is no softening that last line, with its vicious dreams of vengeance. We might be tempted to ask what it’s doing in our Bible, or at least in our lectionary; language like this with its yearning for atrocity. But here’s the thing: if we were to hide our history of bitterness and anger, of envy and regret; if we were to cleanse our collective spiritual autobiography of oppression and violent revolt, we would be tempted to deny that such things could ever take hold of us again. Whereas we see in Syria children gassed to pay back their parents for their disobedience and dissidence; we see in our cities gang violence: a life for a life, an atrocity for an atrocity; we see in the online comments section of the local papers vitriol and vindictive language, cruel intent. We are not immune to the despair that afflicted the Judeans carried off by the Chaldeans, weeping by the rivers of Babylon; and we are not immune to poisonous and paralysing anger. We shudder at such uncivilized language, but we live in a less civilized world than we might wish to hope.

We know that we need to do better. Whether they really meant it or were simply venting, it is to our credit that we turn away from such violent images as those we say in some of the Psalms. It is a right and a good thing to reject revenge and vilify abuse and atrocity. We are on the right path when we long for peace: peace between nations, peace amongst enemies, peace within our hearts and our families.

So what are we to do about it?

“Lord, increase our faith.”

That was the apostles’ response to the dilemma: Fix it for us. Fix us. Make it right; make us right. Make us strong and faithful and good and wise and loving and true and godly. Increase our faith.

They had been listening to Jesus. He had told stories of rich men and poor people and placing God above all worldly wealth; he had, when the disciples make this request for more faith, just been staking out the responsibilities of leadership, of helping others out of sin, not putting stumbling blocks in their way, but helping them over temptation, breaking old patterns of sinful desire, leading them in right pathways. He had been talking about forgiveness, about forgiving over and over again, until the old hard habits of vengeance finally died. He was speaking to them, these simple fisher folk from Galilee and their friends, as leaders of the new church that was to come, with great and awesome responsibilities, and they were afraid.

“Lord, increase our faith.”

Otherwise, how can we do it? How can we avoid leading others into temptation? How can we deliver them from evil, even the evil of their own hearts? How can we forgive others as God forgives? Unless you increase our faith, like it’s some sort of superpower, we are toast. Our ancestors, as wonderful and wise as they were, broke down and wept by the rivers of Babylon, and made wild noises about atrocities they had seen, which they would pay back, and sometimes, even now, seeing the Romans within the gates of the holy city, seeing their cruel ways, even now, seeing the death that oppression and depression and despair can deal, even now, we see red, and sometimes we know how our ancestors felt, as though they were well beyond deliverance from evil.

“Lord, increase our faith.”

At first, Jesus’ response might seem like a brush-off, even a rebuke. “Faith? What faith? If you had faith the size of a mustard seed…”

But look again. When Jesus tells the story of the unthanked servant, he might as well be telling the disciples, “I may not say it every day, that you are working well, that you are doing just what you are meant to be doing, serving the kingdom of God, but that doesn’t mean that you are not on the right track, doing just what you are meant to be doing, no more but certainly no less; and you are vital to the household of God.” When the disciples take Jesus to task for demanding so much discipleship in a few chapters’ time, citing what they had left for him, with never a backward glance, Jesus will affirm their faith, and their sacrifice: “I tell you, there is no one who has left house or wife or brothers or parents or children, for the sake of the kingdom of God, who will not get back very much more in this age, and in the age to come eternal life.” (Luke  18:29-30)

When Jesus says to them, “If you have faith the size of a mustard seed,” he is speaking to people who already have faith, who have more faith than a mustard seed could measure. What he is telling them is that they already have enough. What he is telling them is that with great responsibility comes great power.

Do we really think that he would send them out with nothing: no purse or sandals or spare tunic, and no faith (see Luke 10:1-24, 22:35)? They already have within them what it takes to do exactly what it is they are called to do: to spread the gospel, cast out demons, raise up people of hope in a land of despair.

The second letter to Timothy makes exactly that point: “I am reminded of your sincere faith …I remind you to rekindle the gift of God that is within you …; for God did not give us a spirit of cowardice, but rather a spirit of power and of love and of self-discipline.”

Whatever it is we think that we lack, personally, by way of things like faith and fortitude, or corporately, worrying about numbers of people in the pews, children in the Sunday School, contact with the community, tithes of treasure and time and talent – whatever deficiency we think is holding us back from doing the work that we are called as disciples of Jesus to do has already been made good by God’s reaching out to us in Jesus Christ, by God’s call on us to become disciples. With that great responsibility comes great power.

The anointing that we received at baptism, the anointing of the Holy Spirit each and every Pentecost, each and every time, in fact, we ask for it: these things carry great power. What we need, more than a fresh injection of faith, is the courage to use it. What we need, more than to supersize our order of prayer, is to wield it. What we need, we already have. What we need is to remember to use it at all times and in all places for the good of the kingdom of God.

October marks the month of our annual stewardship campaign, and most of you should have received letters this week; if you didn’t, and you think you should have, please let me know or call the office. Today we launch our stewardship campaign, and yet the scriptures tell us, rather than asking for more, that we already have everything that we need to do the work that has been entrusted to us as the church of God, to proclaim good news to the poor and freedom to the captives, peace among all people. All that remains is to use it faithfully.

We have everything we need to uproot an oak tree and plant it in the middle of Lake Erie. More usefully, we have everything we need to carry the kingdom of God into the heart of Euclid, and plant it there. We have Jesus. We have God’s own Christ, God’s own Spirit. We have all that we need to sing, all that we need to heal, all that we need to grow. We have all that we need to make a difference.

Thanks be to God.

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Year C Proper 22: opening thoughts

Whether the Psalm is spoken or sung or whispered behind closed doors, there is no softening that last line, with its vicious dreams of vengeance. We might be tempted to ask what it’s doing in our Bible, or at least in our lectionary; language like this with its life-for-a-life ethic, its yearning for atrocity. But here’s the thing: if we were to hide our history of bitterness and anger, of envy and regret; if we were to cleanse our collective spiritual autobiography of oppression and violent revolt, we would be tempted to deny that such emotions, such actions could ever take hold of us again. Whereas we see in Syria children gassed to pay back their parents for their disobedience and dissidence; we see in our cities gang violence: a life for a life, an atrocity for an atrocity; we see in the online comments section of the local papers vitriol and vindictive language, cruel intent. We are not immune to the despair that afflicted the Judeans carried off by the Chaldeans, weeping by the rivers of Babylon; and we are not immune to poisonous and paralysing anger.
So what are we to do? If human nature is so fatally flawed by the Fall, how are we to hope for a better future?
“Lord, increase our faith.”

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Brought to you by:

I wish I could give you the details.
I’m a little hazy on them myself.
I can tell you that today was brought on entirely by prayer.
It wasn’t the words, God knows, nor the miniscule, mustard-seed faith that wrote them.
It was something subtle, something sacramental.
God reaching through the universe to say,
“I hear you. I see you. Here, this day is my gift to you.”
This is the day that the Lord has made, and I am bewildered, and awestruck, and thankful.

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Drafting angels

Like any other, I crave the pastor’s Sunday afternoon nap. Instead, I find myself out on my bike, winding out the day and running out whatever needs to be let go so that I can sleep at night. On a feast day for St Michael and All Angels (of whom I am quite fond; we were married in their church), this is what results:

Drafting Angels

Drawing circles with my cycle
in the air and on the Tarmac,
gyroscopic,
the eternal arc.
Nothing to hear but the wind in my ears;
John Donne, randy poet priest
considered angels to be
disturbances in the air.
The rush of a passing semi truck-
those that don’t kill you make you strong-
the rest is stillness, silence, except for
the demons urging you on.

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Year C Proper 21: The rich man and Lazarus

So we have reached the finale of the season of rich man parables.

You will remember that in these parables, the phrase “a rich man” is used to indicate not simply someone who has a lot of stuff, but someone who “stores up treasures for themselves, but is not rich towards God,” as Jesus says elsewhere. It is like the hymn which speaks of “our wanton, selfish gladness, rich in things and poor in soul.”[1]

This rich man’s crime is not to have wealth, nor even to wear purple and eat feasts, but his sin is the neglect of his neighbour, Lazarus who lives at his gate. The Law of Moses was very clear about the poor who live outside the gate, and the duties and responsibilities of those who were better off to care for them. It was a scandal and an outrage that this man, this rich man, should let Lazarus fester with the dogs. The outrage is compounded in the scenes after death, when the rich man still wants to treat Lazarus as a servant to do his bidding; even from Hades he is issuing orders! Yet when he was alive, he was not willing to feed him, or to let him live in the house, or to offer healthcare beyond the licking of his dogs. He was rich in things, but poor in soul.

God, rich in mercy, has sent the angels to sweep Lazarus up into the bosom of Abraham, a picture of paradise. In one of the many, funny little asymmetries of this parable, although Lazarus gets a name and the rich man doesn’t, the rich man gets a voice, but we never hear Lazarus speak, so we don’t know much about Lazarus except that he was poor; nothing about his moral character or religious beliefs or observance. We only know that God, rich in mercy, has seen fit to receive and comfort him.

We know a little more about the rich man, and the parable paints a picture of a journey that we would not want to follow. The rich man thinks about it, and realizes that he does not want his brothers to follow his same path either “Send Lazarus to warn them,” he says. Why doesn’t he ask to go himself? He has a voice! But we have never heard Lazarus speak.

Back in the days of the parable when Jesus described those who store up treasure but are not rich towards God, he was telling his dinner host to stop inviting his rich friends to fill up his house, and instead to invite the likes of Lazarus to gather around his table; partly to feed them, of course; Lazarus longed for the crumbs that fell; but also because around a table people gather to do more than eat. They talk. They tell stories. They listen. They learn about one another. They become neighbours; maybe, if they’re lucky, even friends.

The rich man was deficient in charity, but he was also deficient in his relationships. He neglected Lazarus, and he demeaned him by leaving him to the dogs. He also failed to see Lazarus’ inherent worth and value even when he was clasped to Abraham’s bosom! No wonder Abraham did not hold out great hopes for the rich man’s scheme to change his brothers’ hearts and minds. The tragedy of Lazarus’ life is not only his hunger and his sores, but his silence. That, too, the rich man could have remedied if he’d had just a moment to listen instead of giving out orders.

Another line of that great hymn goes, “Save us from weak resignation to the evils we deplore.” We are not to be resigned to injustice; we are not to be silent about the plight of those who have no voice.

And yet there is hope. The rich man did want to warn his brothers. He had begun to think beyond himself, and repentance has a wonderful way of re-building bridges that sin has burned; perhaps, even, a bridge across that chasm that has opened up between himself and Lazarus, between Hades and the bosom of Abraham.

Repentance has a wonderful way of rebuilding bridges that sin has burned.

Jeremiah bought a field, defiantly proclaiming that justice, economic and otherwise, would return to his land. The writer of the letter to Timothy demanded that his hearers be rich in good works, to be generous and to share the blessings with which they have been abundantly blessed. There is so much joy to be had in the sharing good things. But repentance, of course, is not just about giving money.

This series of parables, the ones that revolve around a rich man, has reached its climax in the reversal of fortunes predicted at the beginning of Luke in the Magnificat – God has raised up the lowly, and sent the rich away empty. These stories have been about our relationships with money – how we use it, and whether we let it use us; and about our relationship with God – whether we truly consider God to be our core value, our centre and our goal, our foundation and our pinnacle, or whether we have allowed something else to edge God to the outskirts of our lives. We can’t have it both ways.

They are also about our relationships with one another. They are about restoring generosity, kindness, empathy and sharing as central values of our ethical lives. They are about sharing fellowship with those we are least likely to invite to dinner, and listening to them, laughing with them, learning them, loving them. They are about loving our neighbours as ourselves, something the cartoon character rich men had long forgotten how to do.

We had a wonderful first Euclid prayer walk yesterday – forty people at least gathered and walked and prayed, or stayed in the chapel and prayed. People came from different churches and we met our neighbours, we talked with one another, I heard so many stories of people’s lives. Today, as some of you know, is the feast day for St Michael and All Angels, and as one woman told me her story yesterday of angels in New York City on one dark September day some years ago, I got serious goose bumps.

There are stories we would never hear, people we would never know, blessings we would never apprehend if we never looked outside our own doors, outside our own circles, to invite people in.

In the end, there is hope, I think, for this rich man. Repentance can rebuild bridges that sin has burned, and he is beginning to turn. Our prayer walk vests yesterday included in their logo the slogan, “Love God, Love Your Neighbor, Change the World.”  Repentance changes the landscape; it rebuilds bridges where there had been dust and ashes, and reconnects us to one another and to God. It can change our world; it can change the world.

Here’s one practical way that some of you might be able to change someone’s world during October, to give a voice to one who has been silenced through violence and fear. During October, churches have been asked to speak out about domestic violence and abuse, so and we’re going to be collecting used cellphones for recycling by the Domestic Violence and Child Advocacy centre. If you have an old phone that you have replaced, which is still languishing at home doing nothing and doing you no good, it can literally give a voice to those who are crying out in silence.

And do join us next month for our Euclid prayer walk. It is a truly wonderful way to build bridges between neighbours.

Of course, God has been changing landscapes since Creation began, and Jesus of Nazareth, raised by a carpenter, knew plenty about building bridges and engineering solutions to the problems caused by the chasms that open up between us. Jesus teases us with these parables, because he knows that in the end, we are each of us as arrogant and haughty as the rich man, and each of us as needy and as pitiful as Lazarus, and repentance will heal the breach in our own souls, too. So he invites us to his table – sit, eat, drink – and serves us with that sumptuous feast, the bread of heaven, the cup of life everlasting, the true and eternal treasure.

And so, as the hymn draws to an end: “Let the gift of thy salvation be our glory, evermore.”

[1] God of grace and God of glory, Words by Harry Emerson Fosdick, The Hymnal 1982, According to the Use of the Episcopal Church #594/595

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