Saturday, September 19, 2020

Vineyard, by Rudyard Kipling



Vineyard
Rudyard Kipling

At the eleventh hour he came,
But his wages were the same
As ours who all day long had trod
The wine-press of the Wrath of God.

When he shouldered through the lines
Of our cropped and mangled vines,
His unjaded eye could scan
How each hour had marked its man.

(Children of the morning-tide
With the hosts of noon had died,
And our noon contingents lay
Dead with twilight’s spent array.)

Since his back had felt no load ,
Virtue still in him abode;
So he swiftly made his own
Those last spoils we had not won.

We went home, delivered thence,
Grudging him no recompense
Till he portioned praise or blame
To our works before he came.

Till he showed us for our good–
Deaf to mirth, and blind to scorn–
How we might have best withstood
Burdens that he had not born!

Wednesday, September 02, 2020

The Lord is my Super Domestique

I preached a sermon in 2009 on Jesus as "super domestique"...



"Translation" of Psalm 23 - The Lord is my Domestique

The Rev. Peter M. Carey

Associate Rector, Emmanuel Church, Greenwood, VA

26 July 2009


used in my sermon this morning


The Lord is my domestique,

I shall not want.


He blocks the headwind for me

He leads me beside rough waters,

he oils my chain.


He leads me on the right path for the sake of the yellow jersey.


Even though I ride through the Loire Valley at a deathly pace,

I shall fear no evil,

for you are with me.

Your strength and your jokes, they comfort me.


You prepare a high carb meal for me in the presence of my enemies.

You anoint my head with cool water, my waterbottle overflows.


Surely speed on the flats and power in the mountains

will be with me all the days of my life,

and I shall dwell in the peleton forever.







I preached today on Jesus as "super domestique"...


"Translation" of Psalm 23 - The Lord is my Domestique

The Rev. Peter M. Carey

Associate Rector, Emmanuel Church, Greenwood, VA

26 July 2009


used in my sermon this morning


The Lord is my domestique,

I shall not want.


He blocks the headwind for me

He leads me beside rough waters,

he oils my chain.


He leads me on the right path for the sake of the yellow jersey.


Even though I ride through the Loire Valley at a deathly pace,

I shall fear no evil,

for you are with me.

Your strength and your jokes, they comfort me.


You prepare a high carb meal for me in the presence of my enemies.


You anoint my head with cool water, my waterbottle overflows.


Surely speed on the flats and power in the mountains

will be with me all the days of my life,

and I shall dwell in the peleton forever.


I preached today on Jesus as "super domestique"...


"Translation" of Psalm 23 - The Lord is my Domestique

The Rev. Peter M. Carey

Associate Rector, Emmanuel Church, Greenwood, VA

26 July 2009


used in my sermon this morning


The Lord is my domestique,

I shall not want.


He blocks the headwind for me

He leads me beside rough waters,

he oils my chain.


He leads me on the right path for the sake of the yellow jersey.


Even though I ride through the Loire Valley at a deathly pace,

I shall fear no evil,

for you are with me.

Your strength and your jokes, they comfort me.


You prepare a high carb meal for me in the presence of my enemies.


You anoint my head with cool water, my waterbottle overflows.


Surely speed on the flats and power in the mountains

will be with me all the days of my life,

and I shall dwell in the peleton forever.