[Propertalk] Looking for St. Francis liturgies

[joeparrish]

Please send me any liturgies you have for St. Francis Day blessings of pets.
Thanks!
Peace and blessings,
Joe


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From: robertpmorrison at charter.net 
Date: 10/04/2014  1:24 AM  (GMT-05:00) 
To: Propertalk <propertalk at stsams.org> 
Subject: [Propertalk] Proper 22 a 
 

Bob


THE EPISCOPAL CHURCH OF ST. ALBAN, ALBANY                   THE SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST
EXODUS 20:1-4, 7-9, 12-20	                                     PROPER 22 (A)
PHILIPPIANS 3:4b-14	                             5th OCTOBER, 2014
MATTHEW 21:33-46	                                                               	                                             PSALM 19

Then God spoke all these words:

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Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.

Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their affect on Ugly.

To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors’ huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white stripe of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I <>
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