The Rector Search Committee has had a wonderful response to our call for candidates and the application period is now closed. Our Parish Profile will remain available online and can be found here. Any comments, questions, or suggestions for the Search Committee can be emailed to email@example.com
Services at Ascension
Ascension is a welcoming, diverse, and inclusive community of people who gather to proclaim the Good News of Jesus Christ, to give praise and thanks to God through the beauty of worship, and to love and serve God and our neighbors.
Worship Schedule: Monday – Friday 6pm at Side Altar
Sunday 9am Holy Eucharist at Side Altar
Sunday 11am Holy Eucharist in the church with sermon, music & choir
Sunday 7pm Service of Meditations and Sacrament including chant, interfaith readings and communion
Sunday, March 9, 2014 at 11:00 a.m.
Music of Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750)
Fantasia and Fugue in C Minor
Chorale from Cantata 22
Although Lent is a serious time of reflection as we head into the Passion of our Lord….it is also a wonderful opportunity to teach the kids in a fun way about family tradition and our Christian faith. During the Children’s Lesson this Sunday we will be inviting the kids to help prepare the palms for …
As we begin Advent, we light one candle in the midst of all the darkness in our lives and in the world. It symbolizes our longing, our desire, our hope. Three “advents” or “comings” shape our desire. We want to be renewed in a sense that Jesus came to save us from our sin and …
Our period of transition presents us the opportunity to do some much-needed rehabilitation of our rectory. Renovation of its electrical and plumbing systems in particular is essential. The Ascension vestry, and also the Buildings and Grounds and Finance committees, have been considering the best use of our rectory, as this will dictate the direction taken …
The following are three meditations given by The Rev. Shelley D. McDade on Good Friday at The Church of the Ascension. Each of the meditations is introduced by the text of a spiritual leader. The first is Richard Rohr, a Roman Catholic monk and priest. The second meditation is introduced by a reading from Hildegard …
I got me flowers to strew thy way; I got me boughs off many a tree: But thou wast up by break of day, And brought’st thy sweets along with thee. The Sunne arising in the East. Though he give light, and th’East perfume; If they should offer to contest With thy arising, they presume. …
Oh, how these words grasp you and leave a chilling sensation throughout your body. Here it is, written so matter-of-factly: “Then they took the body of Jesus and wound it in linen clothes with the spices, as the manner of the Jews to bury.” It brings an odd feeling because here is our Lord, our Jesus, being treated like any other person who dies.
The brutal way in which Jesus suffered and died that we may live is the contradiction God used to prove his love for us. This day, some 2,000 years after the Crucifixion, we are flies buzzing about a cross, seeking Jesus as our host, knowing this love is our salvation.
On the Night Before… “It was as if a shadow passed across the floor in that upper room. I wanted to scream, to stop him, but my lips were fastened shut as if gripped by invisible fingers; I watched in mute silence, an inexpressible grief gripping my heart as he began washing our feet and wiping them with the towel he was wearing. Simon Peter had protested but relented; I too wanted to refuse him, to hold back my feet… “
In today’s readings, three great men are suffering: King David (who is most probably the author of the psalm), Isaiah and Jesus. They have been betrayed, scorned, spit at and shamed for the Lord’s sake. Yet they confess confidence in God’s presence and seek refuge in his love. The beauty of these Scriptures seems to tear down our childhood dream of good things happening to good people.
If Lazarus were really dead, Christ couldn’t have brought him back. He must have been in a deep coma or something. Burning bushes? Loaves and fishes? I don’t think so. These colorful stories and hundreds more like them surely were fables designed to enthrall the easily enthrallable, not me. I hoped that God existed. But he had not as yet revealed himself to me in any way that I understood. I would figure him out and find my faith on my own in my own good time.