A poem by Cindy Erlandson.
A sermon on Exodus 32:1-6, 15-20, 30-34; Matthew 22:1-14
Preached on the Twentieth Sunday after Trinity, 29 October 2017
At Mariners’ Church of Detroit
By Fr. Jeffrey Hubbard
Christ promised the early church the Spirit, who came on the first Pentecost and continues to dwell in the lives of the faithful. He promised that the Spirit would abide with this community, guide it, lead it to all truth, and help it recollect the words of the Lord. This is just what has been happening for the 20 centuries since the ascension.
Awhile back, my parish priest told me that he used to get down on his hands and knees to eat the post-communion bread crumbs off the aisle floors. He didn’t mean it to be funny, and he definitely didn’t think it was all that weird. We were just having a conversation, and it came up.
ASSIST us mercifully with thy help, O Lord God of our salvation; that we may enter with joy upon the meditation of those mighty acts, whereby thou hast given unto us life and immortality; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.