Christ Church on Capitol Hill

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Sundays at Christ Church
 

  8:15 am The Holy Eucharist Rite II
  9:00 am Breakfast followed by the Adult Forum (Parish Hall)
11:00 am The Holy Eucharist Rite II
Sunday School (
Upper Rooms)
12:00 pm Coffee hour in the parish hall

   Photo by Bruce Robey
Our wonderful little church building which sits atop a small knoll on Capitol Hill has been here for 200 years now.  In recognition of those who went before us, we honored them and our 'small but sufficiently elegant' parish church with a Heritage Celebration Dinner on October 17, 2009  


For more information about the history of the church click here


   

Lunches for the Homeless

Volunteers are needed to purchase the lunch supplies for the first Sunday of the month. At present, no one is signed up for December or January. Click here for more information.  Lunches usually contain a meat and cheese sandwich, chips, fruit, soda and cookies. The cost for 100 lunches is about $130. Reimbursement for up to $100 is available from Christ Church, or you can take a charitable deduction for the entire amount. If you have any questions, please contact Linda Mellgren or John Payne.
 


A Curmudgeon's Notebook (Paperback) by Henry Lee Hobart Myers (Author)

List Price:        $15.99 Amazon Price: $12.47

Hank Myers, Rector of Christ Church in the 1st half of the 1980's.  Click here to check it out on Amazon 

"I smiled, I laughed, I learned, I cried. A wonderful book about everyday life and what it means to be, to see, to give and to receive God's love in the fullness of his creation. A book I will share with Friends."   Sally Gouffon 
 

"When we stop in the course of the spiritual journey declaring that we have already achieved the end of our search — that we have found the God for whom we seek—it is doubtful that we have found anything more than our own comfort, our own will, the god we have made for ourselves out of our own image. And that is a puny God indeed.

Once we begin a real spiritual journey we will be led from prayer point to prayer point, deeper and deeper into the Mystery that is God. We will be expected to let go so that God can lead us now. And that path has no end."

–from The Breath of the Soul: Reflections on Prayer by Joan Chittister (Twenty-Third Publications) 

 


 "Everything that one turns in the direction of God is prayer," said Ignatius Loyola, founder of the Society of Jesus. Richard Foster calls his favorite type of devotion, "praying the ordinary." It is serving God in the regular rhythms of the day through everyday activities.


Vestry Retreat February 2009

glitters

Hip Hip Hooray.   Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should dance. . .
check out the YouTube link sent by John Pontius to see what's up with those crazy Anglicans across the pond

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uc80G6Yzu04
 

This is the time of year when a cherished thing, or maybe two or three, may have to be thrown overboard. It might be something you've always done.
It might be something you've always loved to do. You might be torn between equal measures of relief and sorrow just thinking about jettisoning it.
You don't have to, of course, You can always soldier on with it. But you can also not. Sometimes that is much the better part of valor.

There was a time before you started to do that beloved thing you think the world can't live without.
There was a time before it ever happened. As wonderful as it is, the world managed all those centuries without it, and can probably do so again.
And the space it leaves behind will be filled with a spacious green abundance the world just may need even more.
 

Wheat That Springeth Green

Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain,
Wheat that in the dark earth many days has lain;
Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

In the grave they laid him, love whom men had slain,
Thinking that never he would wake again.
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green,

Forth he came at Easter, like the risen grain,
He that for three days in the grave had lain.
Quick from the dead my risen Lord is seen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain,
Thy touch can call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.
--words by John Crum, 1928