Archives October 2017

Easyworship 6 Training

This manual is designed for use at S. Cecilia’s Woolwell. Some of it therefore is highly personalised and related to our own workflow. Ignore those bits. I think the rest of it will be useful to you. Click on each page to see it larger. At the bottom of the images is the document in pdf format with a link to download it.

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Names – Wendy Cope

She was Eliza for a few weeks
When she was a baby –
Eliza Lily. Soon it changed to Lil.

Later she was Miss Steward in the baker’s shop
And then ‘my love’, ‘my darling’, Mother.

Widowed at thirty, she went back to work
As Mrs Hand. Her daughter grew up,
Married and gave birth.

Now she was Nanna. ‘Everybody
Calls me nanna,’ she would say to visitors.
And so they did – friends, tradesmen, the doctor.

In the geriatric ward
They used the patients’ Christian names.
‘Lil,’ we said, ‘or Nanna,’
But it wasn’t in her file
And for those last bewildered weeks
She was Eliza once again.


UA Fanthorpe – Getting it across

‘His disciples said unto him, Lo, now speakest thou plainly, and speakest no proverb. Now are we sure that thou knowest all things.’

St. John 16:29-30

This is the hard thing.
Not being God, the Son of Man,
—I was born for that part—
But patiently incising on these yokel faces,
Mystified, bored and mortal,
The vital mnemonics they never remember.

There is enough of Man in my God
For me to construe their frowns. I feel
The jaw-cracking yawns they try to hide
When out I come with one of my old
Chestnuts. Christ! Not that bloody
Sower again, they are saying, or God!
Not the Prodigal fucking Son.
Give us a new one, for Messiah’s sake.

They know my unknowable parables as well
As each other’s shaggy dog stories.
I say! I say! I say! There was this Samaritan,
This Philistine and this Roman…or
What did the high priest say
To the belly dancer? All they need
Is the cue for laughs. My sheep and goats,
Virgins, pigs, figtrees, loaves and lepers
Confuse them. Fishing, whether for fish or men,
Has unfitted them for analogy.

Yet these are my mouths. Through them only
Can I speak with Augustine, Aquinas, Martin, Paul
Regius Professors of Divinity,
And you, and you.
How can I cram the sense of Heaven’s kingdom
Into our pidgin-Aramaic quayside jargon?

I envy Moses, who could choose
The diuturnity of stone for waymarks
Between man and Me. He broke the tablets,
Of course. I too know the easy messages
Are the ones not worth transmitting;
But he could at least carve.
The prophets too, however luckless
Their lives and instructions, inscribed on wood,
Papyrus, walls, their jaundiced oracles.

I alone must write on flesh. Not even
The congenial face of my Baptist cousin,
My crooked affinity Judas, who understands,
Men who would give me accurately to the unborn
As if I were something simple, like bread.
But Pete, with his headband stuffed with fishhooks,
His gift for rushing in where angels wouldn’t,
Tom, for whom metaphor is anathema,
And James and John, who want the room at the top—
These numskulls are my medium. I called them.

I am tattooing God on their makeshift lives.
My Keystone Cops of disciples, always,
Running absurdly away, or lying ineptly,
Cutting off ears and falling into the water,
These Sancho Panzas must tread my Quixote life,
Dying ridiculous and undignified,
Flayed and stoned and crucified upside down.
They are the dear, the human, the dense, for whom
My message is. That might, had I not touched them,
Have died decent respectable upright deaths in bed.


Missed the Windows 10 Free upgrade? – Fret Not.

Like many, I took advantage of the free upgrade from the awful Windows 8.x to Windows 10, but the time of that free upgrade has passed.

If like me, you sometimes have to “powerwash” (to use a Chromebook phrase) a machine, but it was originally Windows 7 or 8 you might feel stuck without an upgrade.

Do you go down the route of an unofficial upgrade, which can be dodgy, or… do you want to use an official Microsoft update?

The only think you have to do is cross your fingers (unless you actually do use them, of course) and go to this link:

https://www.microsoft.com/en-us/accessibility/windows10upgrade?ranMID=24542&ranEAID=je6NUbpObpQ&ranSiteID=je6NUbpObpQ-9s1EYTGNy.vIW38_D3RH_Q&tduid=(dcd562eb0ae647a9c39eea2677fb3ebb)(256380)(2459594)(je6NUbpObpQ-9s1EYTGNy.vIW38_D3RH_Q)()

where you will affirm (with no proof that you do, or do not) use “assistance technologies” (ie on-screen narration, magnification (which I actually do these days given my sight issues) or sticky keys etc etc).

I personally have a clear conscience on this. It’s up to you, but Microsoft and their policy towards people with needs are awesome.



New Eucharistic Prayer for Holy Ground (with Video)

The text of this Eucharistic Prayer was written by me for Holy Ground. Use it as you wish.
Video:

Galaxy EP from Fr Simon Rundell on Vimeo.

Preface

The Lord be with you
And also with you.

Lift up your hearts.
We lift them to the Lord.

Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.
It is right to give thanks and praise.

For all things are of your making, things seen and unseen –
the circling stars and planets beyond human counting
in your infinite universe,
the tiny atoms from which they are all created,
the bountiful, fragile earth on which we live,
the unseen and powerful forces of life and love.
So earth unites with heaven
to sing the new poem of creation:

Sanctus & Benedictus

Holy, holy, holy Lord,
God of power and might,
heaven and earth are full of your glory.
Hosanna in the highest.
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna in the highest.

Eucharistic Prayer

You Lord, are holy beyond all words,
Send your Spirit upon these gifts like the dewfall
And so empower them to become the +Body and Blood of our Lord Jesus Christ
And bring him present here as we gather in this holy ground

Just as he did, with friends gathered round, and
Taking the bread of our ordinary lives,
Giving you thanks for it,
He challenged us all with his words:

Take this, everyone, for this is my body
Eat of me.

Again, after the meal was concluded,
He took the cup, our ordinary drink
Gave thanks and made us think:

Take this, everyone, this is my blood
Drink of me.

Through all our messy, broken mixed up lives
You sit at table with us
You draw us into your mystery of love
And bid us welcome to the feast already taking place in Heaven
Alongside all the Angels, Saints, Prophets and Patriarchs
Alongside Family, Friends, Strangers and Enemies
Alongside all creation as we share in you

Creator, Redeemer, Sustainer – source of life and love
Maker, Saviour and Energiser – heartbeat and headpulse of the world
We eat. We drink. We share
In You.
Amen