Proper 27 (B) + More than seven sons + 11.11.18
M. Campbell-Langdell All Saints, Oxnard ( Ruth 3:1–5; 4:13–17; Ps. 127; Hebrews 9:24–28; St Mark 12:38–44) How are all you doing today? I know the end of this week has been so hard. Thursday morning felt unreal, waking up to the news of the shooting, and then the fire later in the day. My heart hurts. Today is the one hundredth anniversary of Armistice Day, the end of World War I. I recall being in London a few years ago and seeing the field of red poppies around the Tower of London. Based on the famous poem by John McCrae about how poppies remind us of the dead at Flanders [1] , poppies have come to be a reminder of all we have lost in war. The scene was gorgeous but sad. Seeing a scarlet wave here by a tower wall and a pool there on the lawn, each blood red poppy for a life lost in World War I. So that we would never forget and never return to commit such an atrocity as we did in the world wars. But we know we have had conflicts since. So always we begin again. Althou...