Palm Sunday, April 13, 2025
Isaiah 50:The Lord GOD is my help, therefore I am not disgraced;
Philippians 2: Rather, he emptied himself, taking the form of a slave,
coming in human likeness; and found human in appearance, he humbled himself, becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.
Denni reading from Isaiah
Thanks…
Music, Ben & Shonda
Readers, Denni, Tom, Lynda, Tom, Annette & Roger
Homily,
Eucharistic Prayer A & B, John Stack & John Cade
The Magic Zoom makers, Kevin
Final Blessing, Rosemary
Remember these special people:
For Pope Francis; For John Stack; For Shonda's Grandmother; For Meredith ; For Tom Quinn; For Frank Esparza; For Lambrini, John Cade's wife, who is dealing with cancer ; For Allen Stryker; For Mike and Judy Carrell ; For Madeleine, Richard Eshelbrenner's granddaughter; For Hue; For Jackie; For Mary Hall's family and friend Cadence still suffering from a serious medical condition; For Sir Charlie; For Ron ; For Teresa Quinn's niece, Maddie who has a brain tumor;
Jackie's sister, & friend, Lynn; For Rick Turner searching for a kidney donor, Type O neg.; For Jean & Cliff Wright; John Cade's daughter, Joey, with cancer; from Barbara, a little baby boy named Ford recuperating from an operation, the families of Annie and Michael and her neighbor, Marie and the family; for the medical staffs, teachers, and coaches in our public & private schools.
Lynda reading the part of the Narrator in the Passion of our Lord
Birthdays: Claire Occhipinti 4/17
Expenses: $ 470.00
Outreach: $ 110.00
Thanks again, Folks, for doing what you can.
Rosemary's Blessing:
The grass never sleeps.
Or the roses.
Nor does the lily have a secret eye that shuts until morning.
Jesus said, wait with me. But the disciples slept.
The cricket has such splendid fringe on its feet,
and it sings, have you noticed, with its whole body,
and heaven knows if it ever sleeps.
Jesus said, wait with me.
And maybe the stars did, maybe the wind wound itself into a silver tree, and didn't move,
maybe the lake far away, where once he walked as on a blue pavement, lay still and waited, wild awake.
Oh the dear bodies, slumped and eye-shut, that could not
keep that vigil, how they must have wept,
so utterly human, knowing this too
must be a part of the story.
Gethsemane by Mary Oliver
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