|THE CAT’S MEOW
St. Mark’s Anglican Church, Port Hope
The 19th Sunday after Pentecost 11 October 2020
FLOWERS THIS WEEK
October 4: Given to the Glory of God, the flowers at the font are given in memory of Pam Clements, wife of George Clements and
the flowers at the lectern are in memory of Ruth and Cody McDonald, parents of Ian McDonald.
THIS WEEK’S READINGS
Should you wish to follow the Lectionary at home, here are the readings:
Deuteronomy 8: 17-18; Psalm 65;
2 Corinthians 9:6-15; Luke 17: 11-19
Through The Cat’s Meow we can gather in the names of those who are suffering in body, mind or spirit at this time and for whom you have a special concern and we can each undertake to lift them up in prayer before God.
For those who are living in fear for whatever reason;
For patients in hospitals and residents of long-term care facilities, and their families;
For the lonely and forgotten in this time of social isolation;
For those who are living on the margins of society;
For those whose burden is too deep for words.
For the souls of all the departed and for those who mourn.
Let us have names by next Friday and they will be included in the next issue.
NEWS OF FR RANDY
In response to a request for a few words on how Fr Randy is doing at St Gregory’s for inclusion in Jacob’s Ladder, the following response was received, too late for the Michaelmas edition but we hope to have something for Advent Jacob’s Ladder:
“Since my arrival at St. Gregory’s, I’ve been continually reminded of just what a monastic existence all about: it’s about what any Christian existence is about, the re-shaping of one’s self. Re-shaping from one who carries about the image of one’s self shaped by the conditioning of the world, to one whose image is restored to its God-shape”
Michaelmas Jacob’s Ladder is now available. Make sure you collect your copy at the back of the church.
These are available on the back shelf as follows:
Port Hope: Lawson (x2), Potter, Roe, Rowland and West
Cobourg: Bogyay, Delaney, deVisser, Donaldson, Fullerton
REOPENING COMMITTEE UPDATE- Gwen for the Committee
- Many thanks to all who responded to our call for donations to support the reopening of St. Marks. An amazing $2000 has come in and we are most thankful for your support. This has allowed us to purchase PPE and our supply cupboard is currently full! The remaining funds will support deep cleaning the church and parish hall which is required each week.
- The Diocese has issued a new protocol for those using the parish hall. If you are an employee, volunteer, visitor, member of a group or renter you must now pass a screening test to enter the hall. The screening involves questions about your health, travel and contact with people with COVID. You must self-screen and declare in writing on the new contact tracing form. All this information is detailed on the entrance table in the parish hall. We trust you will answer truthfully to all the questions and not enter our building if you are ill.
NOTE: The new protocol does NOT apply to those attending worship. As COVID cases rise in Ontario we must continue to be vigilant and ask that you do not attend church if you are ill.
- The Ontario government has also issued a new protocol requiring masks to be worn in all public spaces which includes out church and parish hall. We would also support the wearing of masks on our grounds if physical distancing cannot be maintained.
Stay safe and stay the course …better times are coming,
The Cat’s Meow: For inclusion, contact Marion Thompson at email@example.com before Friday morning. 905-885-0787
Provided pro bono to St. Mark’s by:
Jim Corkery at Corkery + Co.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox – 1850-1919
We walk on starry fields of white
And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
We rarely offer praises.
We sigh for some supreme delight
To crown our lives with splendor,
And quite ignore our daily store
Of pleasures sweet and tender.
Our cares are bold and push their way
Upon our thought and feeling.
They hand about us all the day,
Our time from pleasure stealing.
So unobtrusive many a joy
We pass by and forget it,
But worry strives to own our lives,
And conquers if we let it.
There’s not a day in all the year
But holds some hidden pleasure,
And looking back, joys oft appear
To brim the past’s wide measure.
But blessings are like friends, I hold,
Who love and labor near us.
We ought to raise our notes of praise
While living hearts can hear us.
Full many a blessing wears the guise
Of worry or of trouble;
Far-seeing is the soul, and wise,
Who knows the mask is double.
But he who has the faith and strength
To thank his God for sorrow
Has found a joy without alloy
To gladden every morrow.
We ought to make the moments notes
Of happy, glad Thanksgiving;
The hours and days a silent phrase
Of music we are living.
And so the theme should swell and grow
As weeks and months pass o’er us,
And rise sublime at this good time,
A grand Thanksgiving chorus.