South Gloucester United Church
2536 Rideau Road K1A 1X1 Ottawa, ON, Canada

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When I was growing up, one of the phrases that I remember connected to Remembrance Day was "Never again." Armed conflict comes all too often, and yet I still h...old hope that we can work for a world where governments only reason to deploy our Armed Forces is to help one another, rather than fight one another. Perhaps that is naive, but it is what Remembrance Day challenges in me, each time I stand at a cenotaph and hear spoken the words, "They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them." --- God of all times, God of all places, God of the war-torn, God of the great peace... on the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, time stops, for a minute, or even two, with the weight of Remembrance. That minute, or even two, when we stop, when the silence that fills my ears (and my heart) is the quiet of the grave. The silence of lives lost, and the lives changed - in service, in wartime and peace time, by the people of the Canadian Armed Forces, and others, the world around - shouts loudly in those minutes... and I remember place names, like Ypres and Dieppe, and Kapyong, and Kandahar... and I remember people's names like Choi and Casey, Miron-Morin, and Smith and Templeton, and on and on... fallen in service, remembered and loved. I remember. In the weight of this silence, I remember, too, the innocents - the civilians caught in the lands of death - that war claims as its own. And, as I remember, I reach out my hands to grab the torch tossed from the fields of Flanders - and commit myself, again, to be someone who do all that I am able (and more) to work for a world of justice and hope, a world where war is not, where everyone can sit 'neath their vine and fig tree, at peace, and unafraid. In that two minutes, (and in the days that follow,) I remember - and remembering, I grieve their deaths, I give thanks for their lives, and I commit myself, anew. God of all times, God of all places, God of the war-torn, God of the great peace, hold me to my commitment, and hear my prayer. Amen.

Today was our Messy Church Thanksgiving Walk at Andy Shields Park in Greely. Families walked along the trail and were presented the story of The Giving Tree. https://www.youtube.com/watch... Some comments received from those who attended: We were 3 families and we totally loved it. It was fun for both the kids and adults. It created a good discussion and we played at both parks Thank you very much From all of us

Hi folks: A member of our congregation made me aware of a prayer that our moderator posted on his Facebook Page. It's a prayer we can say every time we are ready to put on our face mask. It really is quite beautiful. I hope you find it helpful. Rev. Ed

Roberta and Sandy Long are strong supporters of Mission & Service. I’m a big supporter of Mission & Service. The overheads are so low I know my money is going ...directly to people who need it. Thank you Roberta and Sandy! www.united-church.ca/donate #UCCan #WeGiveThanks #MissionAndService See more

Thanksgiving walk for the family to ponder what it means to be thankful.

A bit of bread, a taste from the cup, connects me, again, to the disciples at that table, listening to him teach.... The flavour - sometimes sweet, sometimes salty, sometimes flat, sometimes full of yeast - joins me to every one of his followers, that was, or is, or will be; the communion of saints, the cloud of witnesses, wandering his Way. Wheat or rice, or spelt or maize; concord or muscat, or the water that became wine at his touch, fermented or fresh - we taste again the story that brings us to who we are. We eat. We drink. We remember. (Image: rb - from 2018!)