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 Green Season 
 

Welcome to the Green Season, the longest season in the church calendar. This time has other names as well: Pentecost Season, because it begins on Pentecost Sunday, and Ordinary Time, for being “ordinal,” or numbered. The weeks between Pentecost Sunday and the first Sunday of Advent are referred to by number -- the first Sunday after Pentecost, the second Sunday after Pentecost, and so on. It's called the Green Season for its green liturgical color and themes of new life and growth.

 

 High Wind and Fire 

A poem for Pentecost by William Maxwell

On that first Pentecost
the wind and the fire were only hints
of what was about to happen:
    Frightened folk gulped a couple of times
    and spoke about Jesus.
    They said, “This Jesus whom you crucified God has named
    Lord and Messiah by raising him from the dead."
    They said, “The old barriers between Jew and Gentile,
    between men and women, between slave and free,
    don’t matter now.”
    They said, “Let’s hit the road.”

The Spirit, who had patted chaos into shape
and whispered in the ears of prophets and poets,
began to pat sinners into shape
and to speak clearly about forgiveness and love
and community and freedom and joy.
Not everyone got it, of course, but enough got it
so that the world was never the same.
 


© William Maxwell, 2009.

 

 Prayers of the People for God's Spirit 

These Prayers of the People are based on prayers first used at St. Paul's Episcopal Church in Port Townsend on May 11, 2008, the Day of Pentecost. They were written by Roberta Hiday, a spiritual director who lives in Sequim, Washington, and whose blog Spiritually Directed offers daily inspirational quotes and musings.

 

More about responsive prayer.


 

Our God—we, your people, stand ready and open                              (Leader's words in plain text.)

to receive the flame of your Spirit.

Give us the ability to speak your truth so that others may hear.


Come, Spirit of Truth, fill our hearts.                                                 (People's responses in bold italic.)
 

May that which was of stone be now transformed into life.
 

Come, Spirit of Life, change our hearts.
 

May we who receive your light dwell together in Your love.
 

Come, Spirit of Love, soften our hearts.
 

Bestow your compassion on those who suffer in mind, spirit, and body.
 

Come, Spirit of Hope, heal our hearts.
 

Make us bold to bring light to the dark places, warmth to the cold places, and love to the empty places.
 

Come, Spirit of Faith, strengthen our hearts.
 

Spirit of the Living God, fill our hearts, minds, and souls to overflowing.
 

Come, Spirit of God, move in our hearts.
 

Our God—we, your people, celebrate the mystery of your never-ending love.
 

Amen. 

 

 Meditation for the Green Season 
 

I WILL BE WHAT I WILL BE

I WILL BE WHAT I WILL BE

 

 

But Moses said to God, “If I come to the Israelites and say to them,

‘The God of your ancestors has sent me to you,’ and they ask me,

‘What is his name?’ what shall I say to them?”

God said to Moses, “I WILL BE WHAT I WILL BE.” (*)

 

 -- Exodus 3:13-14
 

 

Lichen and moss growing willy-nilly from a rotting fence post, topped by a purple mushroom — the very image of abundant life and the spirit of surprise in God’s unfolding creation.

The fence sits on the edge of our land. The rough-hewn posts, planted by our neighbor many years before we moved here, take on greater life season by season. Summer before last, a mushroom sprung up and stuck around for weeks. I admired it during a number of early morning walks before taking its picture. The 4x6 snapshot turned out pretty good, so I ordered an enlargement for framing.

By the time the print came back from the photo shop, the mushroom was long gone from our neighbor’s fence post. I was happy to see it again up close in the photograph.

 

Then I noticed that in the enlargement, a little white dot on the mushroom’s crown — I’d never even been aware of it on the living mushroom — had taken hazy shape. I peered at the photo, blinked, looked closer.

 

Could a second mushroom be growing out of the first?

When I showed the picture to my spiritual director and pointed out the tiny umbrella shape, she exclaimed with delight, “Wonderful! A virgin birth!”  
 

 

 

 

(*) God’s answer to Moses is an early form of the Hebrew verb “to be” that is sometimes translated “I AM WHO I AM.”

                   

 

 Prayers for the 15th Sunday after Pentecost 

These prayers were first used on September 13, 2009 at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Port Townsend, Washington, at an outdoor courtyard service called “Launching Sunday,” in honor of a new year of worship and programs at our parish.

I wrote these prayers using language and inspiration from the scripture readings for the day, which you can find on The Lectionary Page.

 

More about responsive prayer.


 

In this courtyard of all souls, let us stand together                           (Leader's words in plain text.)

and pray to the One who brings us,

every day, out of death and into life.

We stand in the presence of our God.

 

We walk in the land of the living.                                                 (People's responses in bold italic.)

 

Raising our voices for all people to hear, we give thanks for all God’s works.

          (You are invited to remember and say your own thanksgivings.)

Because thanksgiving and hope sit at the same table, we speak of hope for life renewed.

          (You are invited to offer your hopes for the future.)

One day tells its tale to another, and one night imparts knowledge to another.

Morning by morning, the heavens declare the glory of God.

          (Silence.)

We pray for the sick and suffering. We pray for anyone who feels alone or afraid.

          (You are invited to name those you would remember in prayer.)

Watch over them, O God.

We all come to grief and sorrow. O God, full of compassion, watch over us all.

          (Silence.)

We pray for the nations of the earth, for all the people from the busiest public street to the most remote outpost. We pray for those with power, and for those without power.

Waken the ears of all the peoples, O God. Waken our ears to the voice of Wisdom.

          (Silence.)

We pray for those who have died.

          (You are invited to offer names for prayer.)

In faith and love,

They rest in you.

          (Silence.)

We pray for all faithful people, and for all who make a friend of God.

Strengthen your ministers to carry the good news out into all lands, even to the ends of the world.

To the One who brings us out of death and into life—
To our Creator, Teacher, and Friend—
In this courtyard of all souls, we lift our prayers to you.
 

Amen. 

                   

 

 Prayers for the 18th Sunday after Pentecost 

These Prayers of the People were first used on Sunday, September 14, 2008 at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Port Townsend, Washington. They take language and inspiration from the day's Bible readings, which you will find on The Lectionary Page.

 

More about responsive prayer.


 

O Holy One, source of mercy, might, and love,                                                         (Leader's words in plain text.)

Make us your people, so that in life and death we belong to you alone.    (People's responses in bold italic.)

 

O Holy One, our strength and our salvation,
Guide this nation. Crown its leaders and citizens in mercy and loving-kindness.

O Holy One, doing wonders through all the world,
Light up the night, stretch out your hand, and open the way to justice and peace.

O Holy One, who satisfies with good things,
Bless this community. Grant us grace to welcome every stranger as you have welcomed us.

O Holy One, slow to anger and full of great kindness,
Teach us how to forgive each other from our hearts.

O Holy One, who turns hard rock into pools of water,
Heal our infirmities, comfort the suffering, and watch over those in any kind of trouble.

O Holy One, who redeems our lives from the grave,
Hold those who have died in your love.

We pray for the special needs and concerns of this community.

[Now is a time you can name your own concerns and those of your community, aloud or in your heart.]


Holy, Holy, Holy, source of mercy, might, and love,
We are your people, and you are our God.

 

Amen. 
 


Bible References

Exodus 14:19-31 …so the cloud was there with the darkness, and it lit up the night … Then the LORD said to Moses, "Stretch out your hand over the sea …

Psalm 114 …Who turned the hard rock into a pool of water …

Exodus 15:1b-11, 20-21 ... The LORD is my strength and my might,
and he has become my salvation … Who is like you, O LORD, among the gods?
Who is like you, majestic in holiness, awesome in splendor, doing wonders?

Psalm 103 He forgives all your sins and heals all your infirmities … He redeems your life from the grave and crowns you with mercy and loving-kindness; He satisfies you with good things … The LORD is full of compassion and mercy, slow to anger and of great kindness.

Romans 14:1-12 Those who eat must not despise those who abstain, and those who abstain must not pass judgment on those who eat; for God has welcomed them … whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord's. For to this end Christ died and lived again, so that he might be Lord of both the dead and the living.

Matthew 18:21-35 …forgive your brother or sister from your heart.
 

                   

 

 Meditation for All Saints Day 

 

“Do not let your hearts be troubled... In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also. And you know the way to the place where I am going.”  —  John 14:1-4

 
 

The Reverend

Kenneth J. Scott, fisherman


When I was a kid visiting my mother’s parents in West Virginia, my grandfather used to take my brother and sister and me fishing with him. First, we’d go to the backyard compost pile that fed my grandmother’s flower garden. Grandfather Scott would turn over the pile with a pitchfork, revealing a mass of red wrigglers in the dark humus. We pulled out the worms we needed and dropped them in a used coffee can. Then we all piled in his old station wagon and drove to a pond belonging to a farmer friend. We baited our hooks, set little red bobbers, and threw in our lines.

I can still remember the first time my fishing pole – a dead thing a moment before – suddenly sprang to life in my hands. We pulled out blue gills and sunnies until we had enough, then drove home. Back beside the compost pile again, we watched my grandfather sharpen his thin filleting knife, then gut and clean the fish, sending the guts back to the worms in the compost pile. That evening, he’d fry us up a fish dinner.

I don’t know much about the afterlife. The idea of heaven as a place where I go after I die, a place where I exist as myself in some essential way, is for me more a puzzle than a hope. I can’t say it won’t be that way, of course, but I can’t say that it will, either.

And yet, I do know that the human spirit lives on after death. My grandfather’s spirit is alive in me today. When I watch the still surface of a lake explode with life and feel an answering explosion of joy inside me, my grandfather’s spirit is alive. When I feed my compost pile with kitchen scraps, then feed my raspberry canes from my compost pile, then feed a nephew some raspberry pie, my grandfather’s spirit is alive.

My spirit will live on after I die: there’s no way to avoid it. It will live in my nephews, their children, and their children’s children. It will live in my neighbors, the people I’ve worked with, even the people I’ve encountered on the street or in a community meeting. That kind of afterlife may or may not be what Jesus was talking about when he said that he would go and prepare a place for me in his Father’s house, but I know that it’s true and will be true as long as people exist.
 

                                        So I pray:

Oh God, help me find a way to live in your house today, so that my spirit may bring life to your house tomorrow. Amen.

                   

 

 A Prayer of Thanksgiving for All Creation 



This litany of thanksgiving was first used on 25 October, 2009, at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Port Townsend, Washington, when we celebrated Stewardship Ingathering and Creation Care Sunday.

Written by Bill Dengler, these prayers are also appropriate for Thanksgiving Day, and for Earth Day celebrations in the spring.


We offer thanks, O God, for all the wonders of your creation,

 


    • the planets, stars, and all that moves through the infinite expanse of space

 


    • the minerals, rocks, sand, soil, and all the material of earth

 


    • for water – both salted and fresh – that supports life

 


    • for plants of all kinds

 


    • for creeping beings and those of 4-, 6-, 8-, and multiple-legs that live on and within the earth

 


    • for winged beings that soar through the air

 


    • for the variety of strange beings that live in the depths of the sea

 


    • for species known and unknown to us, but all known to you

 


    • for human beings blessed to be created in your image.
 

 


    Thanks be to you, Holy God.

 

 


 

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