#AdventWord #PROCLAIM

"Proclaim his glory among the nations and his wonders to all peoples!"
AdventWord was created by SSJE (The Society of St. John the Evangelist) and is the Anglican Communion's Global Advent Calendar. I'm using it as a daily meditation, prayer, and a way to connect in spirit to millions during this season of light and hope.
Click HERE for their website and for their daily AdventWords.

#AdventWord #PROCLAIM #SSJE

#AdventWord #WakeUp

Good morning and happy first day of ‪#‎Advent‬ (Sunday, November 29th, 2015) Today's ‪#‎AdventWord‬ word is ‪#‎Wakeup‬! I am going to be posting post the daily AdventWord, started by the SSJE (Society of St. John the Evangelist). It's an Anglican Communion Global Advent Calendar. I'll be posting these via myself and the St. Paul's Episcopal Church in New Orleans' page (as well as Twitter & Instagram & this blog if I remember!) and I'll be using my own photographs. I hope you like them and maybe some of you will participate with your own AdventWord creations! 
Love, peace, and blessings to you all this season of hope and light! 
[Photo: Carson, "Frenchmen St. Sunrise"] ‪#‎Episcopal‬ ‪#‎Anglican‬ ‪#‎EDOLA‬

Photo by Caroline Carson

A Prayer of Thanksgiving

A Prayer of Thanksgiving

(as found in the Book of Common Prayer, The Episcopal Church)

Accept, O Lord, our thanks and praise
for all that you have done for us.
We thank you for the splendor of the whole creation,
for the beauty of this world,
for the wonder of life,
and for the mystery of love.
We thank you for the blessing of family and friends,
and for the loving care which surrounds us on every side.
We thank you for setting us at tasks
which demand our best efforts,
and for leading u to accomplishments which satisfy and delight us.
Above all, we thank you for your Son Jesus Christ;
for the truth of his Word and the example of his life;
for his steadfast obedience,
by which he overcame temptation;
for his dying,
through which he overcame death;
and for his rising to life again,
in which we are raised to the life of your kingdom.
Grant us the gift of your Spirit,
that we may know your Spirit and make your Spirit known;
and through your Spirit, at all times and in all places,
may give thanks to you in all things. Amen.

Zion Canyon, 2012 by C. Carson

Favorite Thanksgiving Jokes & Cartoons

Here are some Thanksgiving jokes and cartoons, collected via the "internets".          
- Why can't you take a turkey to church? They use FOWL language. 

- Why was the Thanksgiving soup so expensive? It had 24 carrots. 

- Why did the turkey cross the road? It was Thanksgiving and he wanted people to think that he was a chicken...

- What's a turkey's favorite dessert? Peach gobbler!

- Why did the cranberries turn red? They saw the turkey dressing!

      
- What happened when the turkey got into a fight? He got the stuffing knocked out of him! 

- What do you get when you cross a turkey with a banjo? A turkey that can pluck itself! 

- What did baby corn say to mama corn? Where's popcorn? 

- If the Pilgrims were alive today, what would they be most famous for? Their AGE!
         

- What did the mother turkey say to her disobedient children? "If your father could see you now, he'd turn over in his gravy!" 

- Which side of the turkey has the most feathers? The outside.

- What did the turkey say to the computer? Google, Google, Google...

- What's the difference between a pirate and a cranberry farmer? A pirate buries his treasure and a farmer treasures his berries.

             
- Why did the police arrest the turkey? They suspected it of fowl play What's the key to a great Thanksgiving dinner? The turKEY 

- Why did the turkey cross the road? It was the chicken's day off!

- What do you call the age of a pilgrim? Pilgrimage. 

- What always comes at the end of Thanksgiving? A 'g'.

- Where do you find a turkey with no legs? Exactly where you left it.

     
- What kind of tan did pilgrims get at the beach? Puritan.

- What kind of face does a pilgrim make when he's in pain? Pil-grimace. 

- What did the leftover turkey say when it was wrapped up and refrigerated? Foiled again.

- What sound does a space turkey make? Hubble, Hubble, Hubble...  
- What would you get if you crossed a turkey with an evil spirit? A poultrygeist! 

- What do you wear to Thanksgiving dinner? A Har- VEST. 

- What did Hippies put on their Thanksgiving mashed potatoes? Groovy.

- How much did the Mayflower weigh? A Puri-ton.

- What's the sleepiest thing on the Thanksgiving dinner table? NAP-kins.    


- What do you get if you divide the circumference of a pumpkin by its diameter? Pumpkin pi.

- What is a pumpkin's favorite sport? Squash.

- What does a golfer like to eat with his.her turkey on Thanksgiving? PAT-tatoes.

- Why did the Thanksgiving basket get into trouble at school? He was cornu-copying.

 
BEHOLD.......the TURKEY NEBULA.....

Creepy Kitten :-)

This picture of my kitten Bluebell made me laugh SO MUCH!
It reminded me of the second picture, below! :-)


                                     

A Prayer for the Human Family

A Prayer for the Human Family
(as found in the Book of Common Prayer, The Episcopal Church)

O God, you made us in your own image and redeemed us

through Jesus your Son: Look with compassion on the whole

human family; take away the arrogance and hatred which

infect our hearts; break down the walls that separate us;

unite us in bonds of love; and work through our struggle and

confusion to accomplish your purposes on Earth; that, in

your good time, all nations and races may serve you in

harmony around your heavenly throne; 

through Jesus Christ

our Lord. Amen.

Great Poetry Site and a Cool Poem "Oranges" by Lauren S. Cook

I love, love, LOVE this poem by Lauren S. Cook!!!! I also completely love and live for moments of the light she describes. I found it on a friend's Facebook page and it led me to Rattle, a GREAT site, to which I subscribed! Check out their goal: "To promote the practice of poetry" and " a community of poets" ! Awesome!

Oranges

by Lauren S. Cook

Today I sliced navels

for my son’s soccer game.

I took care to cut them evenly,

to trim the pith. I know

this is unremarkable––

a soccer mom, a fruit poem.

I promise I’m a person

of average tragedy who

scours each happiness

for its flaw. I can’t

help that they looked

picturesque piled

in a bowl. I nearly called in

my partner to look––

but I know the smallness of this

joy: gauze-thin, vanishing.

I’m ashamed that I told you,

but I feel something

should be said for the oranges––

not an ode, but a note

that they were adequate,

in no way failing, nor I, nor

the chef’s knife, nor the sun,

which lit the room in the way

it does sometimes, illuminating

the dust in the air, the specks

gliding on the smallest of currents.