We would always bring home palm fronds from church on Palm Sunday. I would be sure to grab any extras that people might have left behind in the pews. At home I would spend the rest of the morning weaving carefully cut pieces of palm into crosses in the way I was taught by my father and he by his father. We would then go visit both grandmothers who, along with any aunts or uncles we might encounter, would be the recipients of the palm crosses. I wonder how many young boys are carrying on that tradition...
We use palm fronds on Palm Sunday in the Episcopal Church too. I've known of some people who take theirs home and make a cross to hang on the wall afterwards. Alas, since I came to the ECUSA as an adult, I never learned how! It's a nice custom, though.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.
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We would always bring home palm fronds from church on Palm Sunday. I would be sure to grab any extras that people might have left behind in the pews. At home I would spend the rest of the morning weaving carefully cut pieces of palm into crosses in the way I was taught by my father and he by his father. We would then go visit both grandmothers who, along with any aunts or uncles we might encounter, would be the recipients of the palm crosses. I wonder how many young boys are carrying on that tradition...
We use palm fronds on Palm Sunday in the Episcopal Church too. I've known of some people who take theirs home and make a cross to hang on the wall afterwards. Alas, since I came to the ECUSA as an adult, I never learned how! It's a nice custom, though.
I'm sure there is a YouTube video on making palm crosses, Russ!
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