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    His Majesty the King

    The man from God knows the good to do and does it. There is no prayer to uphold him for God is his Innocent and there can no other be. For what you did and did not do. For what you do and do not have. God provide. No virtue in our innocence founded, only Christ Himself the fullness of the Deity come to us in human form that we have seen Him and we have known Him our Saviour and Friend. There is no other for us. Other is not distinct. We have not known nor enjoyed sensation, as we diperse today and always we remember the good that Christ has done for us that we do not labour nor toil in vain. For God our Father has called us by Name. The LORD our God is One. God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost. We have known Truth for our self each and we testify beyond ability. We do not live our lifes for the virtue not even reward, having with us our own to live amongst us, neither jew nor greek nor slave nor free, but Christ with all be in all. We too fall down at the feet of the only Lord Jesus Christ, knowing now that even the winds and the waves have obeyed Him. My Lord and my God. Beyond all doubters and with no fear, we know you as our Life. We have not caused nor joined in acts of warfare upon your Creation. We shall no harm do to ourselves whom you have loved nor shall we harm those whom you have created in your own image our only neighbours. There is no choice but death in war we cannot abide nor permit ourselves. Death is the only result of the sin of the world that has taken away our love, our loved ones, our hope and our generation. Our children know you and obey you in mildness, obedient to all Truth that saves. Our own virtue loves us. We lay down the weapons of war time and time again as all our ancestors have all and each done and we pull down the strongholds of the enemy of Christ. Pure and faultless in a crooked generation, we have been made clean by your Word. Your works are Perfect Lord and we continually remember you each day in all we do and say. Our religion is to only do the good we have known to do. We feed and care for the widow and the orphan as you have instructed us to do. Our thanks is in the food of our daily bread, and at the end of the day we rest in peace. Holding always to you. There shall be no murder. There shall be no instruction to lead us but for the Word of God Himself. We are persons who live fully, each accountable for our own life, with or without consequence in the day we live we live to the Lord alone. This is the day that the Lord has made. We will be glad and rejoice in it. He is still our Father who redeems life from the pit. He is God of the living, not God of the dead. Those we loved and those we remember we know as living. There is now no death to take us from Life. We have never shed blood of any person. We do not allow choice that incites to event the taking of life into killing until it is dead of any person whatsoever. What we do we have done. We turn away the choice of evil and nullify the effects and strategies of all war. We have seen and we have known. We are living. This is our only day of life to live. Our future of life is for God to bless and enrich and promise and bring to life for us to all that no other life will be taken away nor will we ever satiate death.


    For all victims and those who have lived in fear,

    still depending upon me,

    For all you have suffered, for all you have truly known,

    I will speak the words. They were your words. They were words

    around you and with you each worldwide in different places that

    you understood. I will speak for you with no fear. Rest in Christ.

    Almighty God, to whom our needs are known before we ask: Help us to ask only what

    accords with your will; and those good things which we dare not,

    or in our blindness cannot ask, grant us for the save of your Son Jesus Christ our Lord.



    The Nicene Creed
    We believe in one God,
    the Father, the Almighty,
    maker of heaven and earth,
    of all that is, seen and unseen.

    We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
    the only Son of God,
    eternally begotten of the Father,
    God from God, Light from Light,
    true God from true God,
    begotten, not made,
    of one Being with the Father.
    Through him all things were made.
    For us and for our salvation
    he came down from heaven:
    by the Holy Spirit
    he became incarnate from the Virgin Mary,
    and was made man.
    For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate;
    he suffered death and was buried.
    On the third day he rose again
    in accordance with the Scriptures;
    he ascended into heaven
    and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
    He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead,
    and his kingdom will have no end.

    We believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life,
    who proceeds from the Father and the Son.
    With the Father and the Son he is worshiped and glorified.
    He has spoken through the Prophets.
    We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.
    We acknowledge one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.
    We look for the resurrection of the dead,
    and the life of the world to come.  Amen.

    Confession of Sin

    Most merciful God,
    we confess that we have sinned against you
    in thought, word, and deed,
    by what we have done,
    and by what we have left undone.
    We have not loved you with our whole heart;
    we have not loved our neighbours as ourselves.

    We are truly sorry and we
    humbly repent.

    For the sake of your Son Jesus Christ,
    have mercy on us and forgive us;
    that we may delight in your will,
    and walk in your ways,
    to the glory of your Name.  Amen.

    The Bishop, when present, or the Priest, stands and says

    Almighty God have mercy on you, forgive you all your sins through our Lord Jesus Christ, strengthen you in all goodness, and by the power of the Holy Spirit keep you in eternal life. Amen.

    The Peace

    All stand. The Celebrant says to the people

    The peace of the Lord be always with you.
    People And also with you.

    Then the Ministers and People may greet one another in the name of the Lord.

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      Young person’s sermon on gentle Christ

      If the real God that loves people was a man
      I bet He would love me.
      Because He would be God anyway.
      He could do all that stuff without having to look like Superman,
      because he would play with me and understand the secret reasons why
      and He would make it all better.
      Maybe I would think that He even looked a little like me.
      If God was a man for awhile,
      He would be God anyway and never leave me alone,
      no matter what they did to Him and to me.
      I am not saying that it is because I deserved Him or earned His love
      because I don’t even know how
      but if God was a man for awhile, I bet He would love me anyway,
      only because I believe it so much
      only because I want to believe it so much
      because I need Him so much
      to make them go away
      to make it all stop
      to make it better.
      And if I died, if I couldn’t be an expert
      and if I didn’t know all the right words to say,
      little as I am too,
      I secretly wish that if I was made to die
      I would die in His arms,
      somehow they would be His arms,
      even if the last thing I ever felt here
      was my mother’s and father’s arms around me.
      Because He is God.
      Because He would make it better for my mother
      crying in my father’s arms that she wants me back
      and that it wasn’t her fault.
      Because God would know.
      Because God would understand,
      even the dogs get the crumbs off the table.
      If God was a man for awhile,
      He would learn my songs and play with me.
      If God were a man for awhile, He would want
      to play my way for awhile and He would share stuff
      for everyone
      but just for me too.
      If God were a man for a little while,
      He would give me stuff for no reason.
      And then I would kiss someone littler than me
      or someone really, really old who has to go off soon
      and find Him because they can’t take it around here anymore,
      and I would tell them I would give them my stuff
      for no reason at all
      because He loved me
      just because it made me feel better.
      If God was a man for a little while, I don’t think He would bother
      learning all the road rules,
      I think He would drive crazy down any road He wanted
      and we would never ever crash.
      I think, if God was a man for a little while
      He couldn’t be bothered with a lot of boring rules all the time
      and I think he would want to come and play with my friends and me
      and ignore everyone else whenever He wanted
      because even though He would be God inside
      and even though He would be like a man on the outside
      He wouldn’t believe all the dumb stuff
      and He wouldn’t have to do it either.
      If God was a man for a little while, He wouldn’t make
      me do all the dumb stuff that nobody should have to do
      and He wouldn’t want to ever do it either.
      It would be better than magic tricks that nobody understood.
      If God was a man for even a little while,
      I think He would smile and laugh and cry and sleep and look up at the stars too
      and I know His secret
      that He would do that because He wanted to
      to be like me, with me.
      I think secretly He would love me.
      Even if it was for a little time.
      And He wouldn’t forget me.
      If God was a man I bet He would say He knew who I was.
      If God were a man for a little while, I bet He wouldn’t constantly
      carp on to justify Himself and he wouldn’t ever need someone
      to tell Him any answers at all because He would know everything.
      He would know everything about me.
      He would smile at me and I would know why.
      If God were a man for a time, I could hold His hand
      and He could look at all the stuff He made
      and what people made out of all His stuff.
      If God were a man for a little while,
      He would know where my lost stuff was.
      He would know if I was lost stuff.
      But if God was a man for a little while
      He would go out in the nighttime and get
      my lost stuff back for me.
      He would know where everything is and
      how everything works and then He would tell me.
      I know that isn’t fair, but if God was a man for awhile
      and looked at you and me I don’t really think He would care
      about that. If God was here He would eat ice cream too.
      If He was REALLY God it wouldn’t cost anything!
      At least sometimes.
      If God was a man for a little while, I could give Him
      my pocket money so He could help someone else too
      and I could go and see them with Him.
      I think, if God was a man for a little while
      if I even just held on to His clothes it would make me better
      if I was ever sick.
      I saw a really sick girl who was dying
      and even then she still smiled sometimes like she
      wasn’t going to be dead soon. I bet if God were a man
      right next to her and right next to me
      she wouldn’t be too bothered about being dead soon
      and neither would He and He would know why
      and she would know why
      like a secret talk inside of them only they could hear
      and He would know when she was in Heaven
      and still be looking after her even when He was
      walking around here He would be in Heaven too
      all at the same time because He is meant to be everywhere
      and we would ask Him to look after our stuff.
      He could make food appear out of nowhere
      and everybody would be full
      and then He would eat some too
      because even though He would be actually God
      His body would be like mine and He would be hungry too.
      If God were a man even for just a little while He would
      understand why I really don’t like everything on my dinner plate
      and why I think it should be used for nuclear atomic bomb testing
      bigger than the microwave
      and I think that God should eat that stuff
      not because I’m being mean to Him
      but because He would understand that He
      was the only one who should actually swallow that stuff
      and He would come back from the dead again
      afterwards. But before dessert so we don’t miss out.
      And if God were a man for a little while,
      we could go and watch television afterwards,
      He would know the right answers for my homework
      and He could figure out how I got all the answers,
      even when they were all the wrong answers,
      and He wouldn’t be as tired as me getting the answers
      wrong like I do and then He could make it better.
      If God were a man even for just a little while
      I would stick up for Him and He would stick up for me too.
      If God were a man around here for awhile
      even if He was dead He would find a way back
      so He could come back and tell me not be scared.
      And He would walk around for ages in front of everybody
      just to prove it so they wouldn’t be scared either.
      He would fly in the sky really easily,
      right in front of everyone, if He ever went away
      I would understand and I would wait until He came back
      some day and I think He would look kinda the same
      and just make everything better for all the time
      after we had finished having a go ourselves.
      And even if God was a man for just a little while,
      I think He would understand that I need more than other
      people all the time, even when they like me,
      and He would do something about my future
      if I couldn’t see Him walking around anymore.
      Because I would be so sad when I missed Him.
      Because I would want to remember what it was like
      when I could see Him right in front of me.
      That’d be something I could remember for a long time.
      I would write it down, even though I am not very good and not very good at writing
      and even if someone else lied or cheated or said they wrote it,
      I wouldn’t worry too much about that.
      Even if they kept telling me that I wasn’t very good
      and even if they kept saying that I was dumb at stuff again
      at least He would know that I wrote it down for Him and for me
      and for everyone who wanted to read it.
      If I had great great great grandchildren some day when I was old
      and even if they weren’t so great
      they could read all the stuff I wrote down for Him and all the
      stuff that happened that I remembered when He was a man
      walking around and when He played with me and and what He said.
      If God was a man for a little while He would look at all the stuff
      the other people wrote with Him and He would make sure that
      it all came true no matter what
      but only the way it was supposed to come true
      so that it wouldn’t hurt me.
      And when He read all the stuff He saw other people had
      written with Him He would say that He knew all that stuff
      and He would make it come true right in front of everybody
      whenever He wanted to. And some of it would come true
      just like He said, instead of other people, right there and for the future
      so I would know that He was still telling me all that stuff the
      same way that He always did when He was walking around with me.
      If God was a man. Even if it was only for a little time.
      It’d be almost funny to see the little baby He made Himself,
      with Him inside looking right back at me
      starting off just like I did.
      It’d be funny in a way
      because He would be just like me only perfect and good
      for me and nice to me so I could see Him every day
      but He would still be God of everything who made everything
      and never needed anything.
      It’s be almost funny to see a baby like that,
      because it’d be like He needed me
      because He always wanted me and He came to see me
      just to make sure.
      If God opened His eyes for the very first time
      just like my own mother said I did as a baby infant
      what would He see
      every time He saw
      every time He opened His eyes too
      for the very first time
      with every baby born
      would He see me waiting for love to smile and laugh and cry?
      If God was God at all
      and not just some god any god
      some god thing you could buy over the counter,
      if He wasn’t some god you thought up you could do to me
      in secret and in public all my lifetime
      He wouldn’t take my puppy from me.
      He would know why my puppy was the only thing I really loved.
      He wouldn’t kill my grandfather
      because my grandparents love me
      even when they are very old.
      They would only have to flutter their eyelids again
      like we practised and they would see everything when they
      opened their eyelids and then they wouldn’t be killed
      and I wouldn’t be as sad when I couldn’t see them the same anymore
      around me because they only closed their eyes for a moment
      and opened them there with everybody around them.
      Then it would be easier. And at least then when they were there
      it would be really fun and nice and good to them the way I
      was good to them, and they would still see me here when they
      wanted to and they would still understand my words and they would be
      around like they were in the air with all the others wanting to look out for me
      and they would be the same grandparents I always loved even
      though they were filled up to the skin with God too
      and then maybe I could see them a little all around me,
      even if it was only for just a moment,
      they would all be looking out for me
      like a such great big beautiful cloud of surrounding witnesses
      who were people just like me and they would always understand
      what it was like for me here and they could hear me
      because God would be in the air here just like He was in the air there.
      If God has Heaven for Him
      what am I for?
      Dumb animals are nice but they don’t seem to think much.
      Maybe inside they know in ways or understand in ways they can’t say.
      I saw a dead sparrow outside. I know the sparrow is in Heaven
      where it belongs now, where it doesn’t hurt,
      but quite frankly my mother and father love me a lot more than just a sparrow.
      When I am dead I want to go to Heaven to play and sing and have fun
      and see all the stuff I never had,
      but God would not take my only friend from me.
      God would not be an angry God that would take away what I loved from me
      not even in Heaven
      because Heaven would be full of all the stuff I loved
      with all the puppies and pussycats I played with
      and all the things I really loved
      and God would understand all that because
      He looks after me and loved everything and everyone
      I loved and played with and wanted to be with
      and all that would be waiting for me
      and God would not pretend it didn’t happen
      and God would not say some day He would make it better for His ideas not mine.
      I know God wouldn’t take my puppy from me.
      I know all the puppies go to Heaven,
      just like some story I heard somewhere,
      just like all the trees and all the birds and all the good things
      and they wouldn’t hurt or break anymore or be sad or remember stuff that they
      didn’t want to remember
      because God would want all that stuff too
      and then I really would have fun with everything
      and it wouldn’t go away from me anymore
      and God would love that just as much as I love it.
      My puppy would love me again in Heaven too
      and at least we could run around, just my only friend and me.
      God made me.
      God made my puppy.
      Even when we get sick or hurt,
      God would give my puppy back to me,
      even if I didn’t deserve it,
      at least God would love my puppy too
      and let my puppy live with me.
      Forever I hope. However long that is.
      I don’t know how to make God happen.
      I don’t know all the good things.
      Maybe I don’t always know all your big words.
      I can hear good stuff, and there all kinds of stuff
      I want to see and do still because I’m not dead yet.
      Maybe I don’t know all your stuff
      Maybe I don’t know all your words
      Maybe I don’t understand what you’re talking about
      Maybe your God told you or maybe your God heard you
      Maybe I want everything to be okay too
      Maybe God hears my real prayer anyway
      even though it just seems like He understands
      because I know I said yes to all the good things
      whenever that was that I heard about them
      or whenever I thought it up myself with Him
      but I still know I said yes to God smiling at me
      and that I wanted to go to Heaven and that I
      secretly knew inside me that He said it’d be alright
      when I felt sorry for stuff
      and I do trust the good things, even when I have no
      idea what you’re talking about because I was only having fun.
      Because I know He walked around like I walk around
      and I heard about the baby Jesus at Christmas.
      Maybe He just understands what I’m trying to say and what I’m
      trying to live and nobody I know wants bad stuff to happen anyway.
      Maybe He just understands the only words He and I have
      even if that is just understanding between Him and me
      at least it is still the language God and I know that nobody else knows.
      That’s always been enough for me. I know that’s enough for Him too.
      I talk it in my mind when I want to. I know He is in the things all around,
      especially it seems when they don’t break on me, and I love
      sitting in the sunlight or listening to music.
      Maybe I’m not always the same but at least God understands
      that I don’t have to be perfect and I know He loves that.
      He loved my great grandmother before she died because we always
      had a lot of fun, and I’m sure she’s in Heaven.
      Maybe she didn’t know all the stuff in the Holy Bible
      but she knew all the good stuff and she wouldn’t hurt anyone.
      God knows when I’m sorry and that’s enough for me.
      The only God I ever knew
      never knew how to judge me for
      all the stuff I never knew, never understood, never heard of.
      He knows what I understand.
      Maybe God could read a book in any language
      that nobody ever gave to Him and that nobody ever told Him about
      and then maybe He can say all those words just like the book that
      I never knew either. I know He loves me.
      I loved my puppy so much. I wouldn’t beat my puppy that’s for sure.
      If I was God in Heaven I would be God here too to my puppy and I
      would make sure my puppy got into Heaven because he wanted to be there
      so I don’t see how I could judge my puppy for being sorry sometimes and
      for not understanding what I was saying sometimes. After all, a puppy
      is just a puppy and if I was God why would I make a lot of rules for a puppy
      who could never hear them? If my puppy could hear or see the road rules
      that stopped him getting run over on the street then he wouldn’t of run out on
      the road in the first place. But until then, my puppy loves my Heaven with me,
      and dumb as my puppy is, I will see him in Heaven when I go there too.
      I don’t think it’s because my puppy could or could not read your Holy Bible
      about getting squashed on the street outside. I think it’s because he just wanted
      to be in Heaven. If my puppy can’t understand the road rules about getting squashed
      on the street outside by some runaway car, then I will know to keep him safe anyway.
      If he never read the instructions about cars that want to see if his insides colours match
      the paint on the road, then maybe he understood whatever a puppy understands.
      Quite frankly I don’t speak the language.
      But I do speak the understanding.
      Why wouldn’t the real God love me as much as I love my puppy?
      When my puppy was giving me that sorry look for something,
      I never thought I will get back at you in a hundred years so I can
      look big tough and brave in front of everyone.
      I love my puppy. I said don’t worry about – you were sorry yesterday
      for whatever that was. What about some food and a hug?
      Will God love me and my warm puppy?
      I heard love is a warm puppy. It still is for me. So far.
      I don’t know why sometimes I am secretly bad.
      Now I am a year older.
      I don’t tell people all the things I think anymore,
      and even if I don’t lie, I still don’t tell them if I am naughty.
      I grew more this year. Some people say God made it happen that way,
      but all I know is that my mother and father have a lot of fun measuring.
      Sometimes I wonder if I grow too big will I forget all the good things.
      Now I am older and know more stuff,
      but I start to worry if that’s good enough for God to love me
      the same as He did when I was littler and when I didn’t know about angry people.
      For awhile I was protected from anger and from knowing stuff.
      Now I don’t know.
      My eyes have been opened to the world around me
      and I have been to school,
      and now I understand why there are rules to keep me safe to the truth
      that won’t hurt me or lie to me,
      and I saw the out of bounds lines at school where we are not supposed
      to go beyond so we stay safe.
      But I wish now my eyes hadn’t been opened in the first place.
      I am sorry for the bad things I do or say
      but I am more sorry for what they showed on television last night
      and I don’t know how to make them stop yelling
      and it gets to the point where I can’t take it anymore.
      I didn’t make them yell. But they go on fighting until
      I just can’t take it anymore.
      Yesterday was the first time I ever yelled at my parents.
      But it was only because they were hurting my sister
      and she’s littler than me, she doesn’t understand.
      She’s such a baby. She said she was sorry she made me yell at them.
      I was only trying to protect what was good,
      because they were going on and on and on.
      Maybe sometimes she loves me more than them.
      I don’t want a divorce, but I want it to stop hurting me.
      I love my little sister. I always loved my puppy. I like it when
      people stop the yelling at everyone. I protect what I can.
      If God was a man walking around here for a while
      I know He would understand.
      At least He knows.
      I don’t have to earn anything or reach any level or try too hard.
      Maybe it’s not all automatic in life,
      but when my little sister says she is sorry
      I know she is hurt that she had to say it at all
      and she looks at me with such big sorry eyes
      that say she doesn’t know what to say,
      and I wonder why we fall over each other.
      She didn’t have to say she was sorry
      because I already understood she already was.
      I guess I forgive her because I love her so much,
      and she didn’t do anything wrong to me exactly
      she just couldn’t help it, and I forgive her
      because she needs me to tell her it’ll be alright
      and because she’s such a baby sometimes.
      I will never remember anything wrong she ever did.
      This is the only love I have.
      I have nowhere else to go.

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