OREMUS: 9 June 2011
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Wed Jun 8 17:00:00 GMT 2011
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OREMUS for June 9
Columba, Abbot of Iona, Missionary, 597
Alleluia! Christ is risen!
The Lord is risen indeed! Alleluia!
Blessed are you, Lord God of all creation,
to you be praise and glory for ever.
Your living Word brings light out of darkness
and daily your Spirit renews the face of the earth.
Christ, the true Lamb, his passion accomplished,
has been raised to the right hand of your majesty on high.
The pioneer of our faith has opened the way to heaven
and sends on us your promised Spirit.
Pour upon us the riches of your grace
that we, the first fruits of your new creation,
may bring forth the fruits of the Spirit
and reveal your glory in all the world.
For these and all your mercies, we praise you,
Father, Son and Holy Spirit:
Blessed be God for ever!
An opening canticle may be sung.
Clap your hands, all you peoples;*
shout to God with a cry of joy.
For the Lord Most High is to be feared;*
he is the great king over all the earth.
He subdues the peoples under us,*
and the nations under our feet.
He chooses our inheritance for us,*
the pride of Jacob whom he loves.
God has gone up with a shout,*
the Lord with the sound of the ram'shorn.
Sing praises to God, sing praises;*
sing praises to our king, sing praises.
For God is king of all the earth;*
sing praises with all your skill.
God reigns over the nations;*
God sits upon his holy throne.
The nobles of the peoples have gathered together*
with the people of the God of Abraham.
The rulers of the earth belong to God,*
and he is highly exalted.
Great is the Lord and highly to be praised;*
in the city of our God is his holy hill.
Beautiful and lofty, the joy of all the earth,
is the hill of Zion,*
the very centre of the world
and the city of the great king.
God is in her citadels;*
he is known to be her sure refuge.
Behold, the kings of the earth assembled*
and marched forward together.
They looked and were astounded;*
they retreated and fled in terror.
Trembling seized them there;*
they writhed like a woman in childbirth,
like ships of the sea when the east wind shatters them.
As we have heard, so have we seen,
in the city of the Lord of hosts, in the city of our God;*
God has established her for ever.
We have waited in silence
on your lovingkindness, O God,*
in the midst of your temple.
Your praise, like your name, O God,
reaches to the world's end;*
your right hand is full of justice.
Let Mount Zion be glad
and the cities of Judah rejoice,*
because of your judgements.
Make the circuit of Zion; walk round about her;*
count the number of her towers.
Consider well her bulwarks; examine her strongholds;*
that you may tell those who come after.
This God is our God for ever and ever;*
he shall be our guide for evermore.
Hear this, all you peoples;
hearken, all you who dwell in the world,*
you of high degree and low, rich and poor together.
My mouth shall speak of wisdom,*
and my heart shall meditate on understanding.
I will incline my ear to a proverb*
and set forth my riddle upon the harp.
Why should I be afraid in evil days,*
when the wickedness of those at my heels surrounds me,
The wickedness of those
who put their trust in their goods,*
and boast of their great riches?
We can never ransom ourselves,*
or deliver to God the price of our life;
For the ransom of our life is so great,*
that we should never have enough to pay it,
In order to live for ever and ever,*
and never see the grave.
For we see that the wise die also;
like the dull and stupid they perish*
and leave their wealth to those who come after them.
Their graves shall be their homes for ever,
their dwelling places from generation to generation,*
though they call the lands after their own names.
Even though honoured, they cannot live for ever;*
they are like the beasts that perish.
Such is the way of those
who foolishly trust in themselves,*
and the end of those who delight in their own words.
Like a flock of sheep they are destined to die;
Death is their shepherd;*
they go down straightway to the grave.
Their form shall waste away,*
and the land of the dead shall be their home.
But God will ransom my life;*
he will snatch me from the grasp of death.
Do not be envious when some become rich,*
or when the grandeur of their house increases;
For they will carry nothing away at their death,*
nor will their grandeur follow them.
Though they thought highly of themselves
while they lived,*
and were praised for their success,
They shall join the company of their forebears,*
who will never see the light again.
Those who are honoured, but have no understanding,*
are like the beasts that perish.
FIRST READING [Job 23]:
Then Job answered:
'Today also my complaint is bitter;
his hand is heavy despite my groaning.
O that I knew where I might find him,
that I might come even to his dwelling!
I would lay my case before him,
and fill my mouth with arguments.
I would learn what he would answer me,
and understand what he would say to me.
Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power?
No; but he would give heed to me.
There an upright person could reason with him,
and I should be acquitted for ever by my judge.
'If I go forward, he is not there;
or backward, I cannot perceive him;
on the left he hides, and I cannot behold him;
I turn to the right, but I cannot see him.
But he knows the way that I take;
when he has tested me, I shall come out like gold.
My foot has held fast to his steps;
I have kept his way and have not turned aside.
I have not departed from the commandment of his lips;
I have treasured in my bosom the words of his mouth.
But he stands alone and who can dissuade him?
What he desires, that he does.
For he will complete what he appoints for me;
and many such things are in his mind.
Therefore I am terrified at his presence;
when I consider, I am in dread of him.
God has made my heart faint;
the Almighty has terrified me;
If only I could vanish in darkness,
and thick darkness would cover my face!
Words: Im aonarán dom ins an slied, Attributed to Columba of Iona (521-597)
Tune: Emain Macha, Sowby, Tibradden (86 86 88)
Alone with none but thee, my God,
I journey on my way:
What need I fear when thou art near,
O King of night and day?
More safe am I within thy hand
Than if a host should round me stand.
My destined time is known to thee,
And death will keep his hour;
Did warriors strong around me throng,
They could not stay his power:
No walls of stone can man defend
When thou thy messenger dost send.
My life I yield to thy decree,
And bow to thy control
In peaceful calm, for from thine arm
No power can wrest my soul:
Could earthly omens e'er appal
A man that heeds the heavenly call?
The child of God can fear no ill,
His chosen, dread no foe;
We leave our fate with thee, and wait
Thy bidding when to go:
'Tis not from chance our comfort springs,
Thou art our trust, O King of kings.
SECOND READING [Luke 4.38end]:
After leaving the synagogue he entered Simon's house. Now Simon's mother-in-law was suffering from a high fever, and they asked him about her. Then he stood over her and rebuked the fever, and it left her. Immediately she got up and began to serve them.
As the sun was setting, all those who had any who were sick with various kinds of diseases brought them to him; and he laid his hands on each of them and cured them. Demons also came out of many, shouting, 'You are the Son of God!' But he rebuked them and would not allow them to speak, because they knew that he was the Messiah.
At daybreak he departed and went into a deserted place. And the crowds were looking for him; and when they reached him, they wanted to prevent him from leaving them. But he said to them, 'I must proclaim the good news of the kingdom of God to the other cities also; for I was sent for this purpose.' So he continued proclaiming the message in the synagogues of Judea.
The Benedictus (Morning),
the Magnificat (Evening), or Nunc dimittis (Night) may follow.
Christ has gathered the church in unity through the Spirit.
With sure hope, let us pray.
Maker of all things,
in the beginning you created heaven and earth.
In the fullness of time, you restored all things in Christ.
Renew our world, in this day, with your grace and mercy.
Lord, hear our prayer.
Life of the world,
you breathed life into the flesh you created.
Now, by your Spirit, breathe new life into the children of earth.
Turn hatred into love, sorrow into joy, and war into peace.
Lord, hear our prayer.
Lover of concord,
you desire the unity of all Christians.
Set aflame the whole Church with the fire of your Spirit.
Unite us to stand in the world as a sign of your love.
Lord, hear our prayer.
God of compassion,
through your Spirit you supply every human need.
Heal the sick, and comfort the distressed.
Befriend the friendless, and help the helpless.
Lord, hear our prayer.
Source of peace,
your Spirit restores our anxious spirits.
In our labor, give us rest;
in our temptation, strength;
in our sadness, consolation.
Lord, hear our prayer.
God of pilgrims,
teach us to recognize your dwelling place
in the love, generosity, and support of those
with whom we share our journey,
and help us to worship you
in our response to those who need our care;
for all the world is your temple
and every human heart is a sign of your presence,
made known to us in Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
who filled the heart of Columba
with the joy of the Holy Spirit
and with deep love for those in his care:
may your pilgrim people follow him,
strong in faith, sustained by hope,
and one in the love that binds us to you;
through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord,
who is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever. Amen.
Being made one by the power of the Spirit,
let us pray as our Savior has taught us:
- The Lord's Prayer
God of power,
may the boldness of your Spirit transform us,
may the gentleness of your Spirit lead us,
and may the gifts of your Spirit equip us
to serve and worship you now and always. Amen.
The psalms are from _Celebrating Common Prayer_ (Mowbray), (c) The Society of Saint Francis 1992, which is used with permission.
The biblical passage is from The New Revised Standard Version (Anglicized
Edition), copyright (c) 1989, 1995 by the Division of Christian Education
of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the USA. Used by
permission. All rights reserved.
The opening prayer of thanksgiving is adapted from _Common
WorshipServices and Prayers for the Church of England_, material from
which is included in this service is copyright (c) The Archbishops' Council,
The closing sentence is from in _New Patterns for Worship_, copyright (c) The Archbishops' Council, 2002.
The first collect is a prayer by Alcuin.
The second collect is from _The Proper for the Lesser Feasts and
Fasts_, 3rd edition, (c) 1980 The Church Pension Fund.
Born in Ireland in about the year 521, Columba was trained as a monk by St Finnian and then founded several monasteries himself, including probably that of Kells, before leaving Ireland to settle on Iona, off the coast of Scotland. He was accompanied by twelve companions and the number grew as the monastic life became more established and well-known. Columba seems to have been an austere and, at times, harsh man who reputedly mellowed with age. He was concerned with building up both the monastery and its life and of enabling them to be instruments of mission in a heathen land. He converted kings and built churches, Iona becoming a starting point for the expansion of Christianity throughout Scotland. In the last four years of his life, when his health had failed, he spent the time transcribing books of the gospels for them to be taken out and used. He died on this day in the year 597. [Exciting Holiness]
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