Order of Service 26 April Easter 3

WELCOME TO ST ANDREW’S ON THE TERRACE

Welcome to St Andrew’s on The Terrace

Wherever you are on your faith journey,

wherever you have come from and wherever you are going to,

whatever you believe, whatever you do not believe, you are welcome here.

 

This Service is conducted by Rev. Dr. Niki Francis

 WELCOME AND OPENING

Kia ora tatou.

Kia ora.

 

LIGHTING THE RAINBOW ROOM CANDLE

GATHERING
We gather together in spirit
in our homes across the city
in Te Whanganui-a-Tara Wellington
and across the oceans
elsewhere in the world,
to reflect and to sing and listen to stories
that enlarge our lives and open us to others.

Today we gather in the shadow of a century
scarred by war,
to mark Anzac Day
and we gather in the light of a century’s dreams of peace.
We dream of peace and justice
in the name of Jesus who strove for peace.
Let us live our dream and make peace real.
Amen

HYMN
We will sing two verses, of your choice, one in Te Reo Māori, one in English.

HIOS 61 ‘Honour the Dead’
Words © 2005 Shirley Erena Murray. Tune: ANZAC © 2005 Colin Gibson

Honour the dead, our country’s fighting brave,
honour our children left in foreign grave,
where poppies blow and sorrow seeds her flowers,
honour the crosses marked forever ours.

Weep for the places ravaged with our blood,
weep for the young bones buried in the mud,
weep for the powers of violence and greed,
weep for the deals done in the name of need.

Honour the brave whose conscience was their call,
answered no bugle, went against the wall,
suffered in prisons of contempt and shame,
branded as cowards, in our country’s name.

Weep for the waste of all that might have been,
weep for the cost that war has made obscene,
weep for the homes that ache with human pain,
weep that we ever sanction war again.

Honour the dream for which our nation bled,
held now in trust to justify the dead,
honour their vision on this solemn day:
peace known in freedom, peace the only way.

Hīmene mō te rā o Anzac
Translation by Rango Karaitiana McGarvey, adapted by Whirimako Black

Kia ikeike te wāhi mō te māia
ka tīraha ki whenua kē
taku pōkai-tara te pua o te pōuri
ko te rīpeka hei tohu i tō mate

Tangihia mō ngā toto o te toa
mō ngā kōiwi o te māia
mō ngā mōreareatanga o te ao
mō ngā ritenga mōrikarika.
Continued on next page
Whakatūria te toa ki tōna taumata!
nā te hīinga ngākau te wae i takahi
whakapirau atu te mauhere
kīia ai koe he ware, kai nā te ahi.

Turuturu ngā roimata auē te moumou
ko te hekenga o Maruiwi ki Te Rēinga
tangi taukurī ai ngā kāinga
auē te moumou! Tangi taukurī e.

Kei waikura te ōhākī nei
i rere te toto o ngā toa
whakamaua te kitenga kia
tinakei waimeha te kura o Rongo.

PRAYER
Spirit of love, today we remember
the lives lost, scarred and damaged by war.
We remember the generations
of children, women and men who have died,
been haunted by memories of war
or forced to flee their home because of conflict
now and in the past.

We remember those in our own New Zealand Defence Force
here at home,
and deployed overseas
on missions to support global peace and security.
We remember their families, anxious at home.

We think of all who work for peace
feeding the hungry, welcoming the stranger,
planting kindness
sharing goodwill
and nurturing justice.

The Ode
From the poem “For the fallen” by Laurence Binyon, 1914

In the tradition of Anzac Day, let’s now recite The Ode together:

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
We will remember them.

Amen

JESUS’ PRAYER

Eternal Spirit
Life-Giver, Pain-Bearer, Love-Maker,
source of all that is and that shall be,
Father and Mother of us all,
loving God, in whom is heaven:
the hallowing of your name
echo through the universe!
The way of your justice be followed
by the peoples of the world!
Your heavenly will be done
by all created beings!
Your commonwealth of peace and freedom
sustain our hope and come on earth.
With the bread we need for today, feed us.
In the hurts we absorb from one another, forgive us.
In times of temptation and test,
strengthen us.
From trials too great to endure, spare us.
From the grip of all that is evil, free us.
For you reign in the glory
of the power that is love, now and for ever.
Amen.

PASSING THE PEACE
(We invite you to take this moment to greet those who are with you today, or to hold in your mind others from St Andrew’s, or your own loved ones)
THE WORD IN TEXTS Sandra Kirby and Tony Kirby

Gospel
Luke 24: 13-35

Contemporary reading Imagine
by John Lennon and Yoko Ono
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today.

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace.

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one.

RESPONSE
For the Word in scripture,
for the Word among us,
for the Word within us,
we give thanks.
REFLECTION “Tears have no nationality” Niki Francis
Ivan Sinnaeve (1953-2012), Ieper/Ypres, Belgium

HYMN
In Flanders Fields performed by the Resonance choir
in St Andrews on The Terrace, 2019
In Flanders Fields
Text by John McCrae (1872-1918)
Music by David Hamilton 2013 for the Passchendaele commemoration 2013 and
Auckland Choral Conductor Uwe Grodd

In Flanders fields where poppies blow between the crosses,
row on row, that mark out place,
and in the sky the larks, still bravely singing,
fly scarce heard among the guns below.
We are the dead.
Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
loved and were loved, and now we lie in Flanders fields,
Take up your quarrel with the foe
to you from failing hands we throw the torch, be yours to hold it high,
if ye break faith with us who die, we shall not sleep
though poppies grow in Flanders fields.

OFFERING PRAYER
We give our gifts happily
and in gratitude for the good things in our lives.
We share what we have
With dignity, grace and love.
Amen

We recognise and bless the gifts brought to the table, and those which wing
their way electronically from our banks to the church’s account.

PRAYERS OF THE PEOPLE written by Lois Robertson
Read by Norman Wilkins

CIRCLE OF PRAYER
We think today of the people of Albania and the Orthodox Autocephalous Church of Albania. We remember the detainees of Manus and Nauru Islands, yearning that their cases be resolved. In New Zealand, we remember those in Parliament, and today we name Harete Hipango (Whanganui electorate) and Chris Hipkins (Rimutaka electorate). Here in the Central Presbytery, we pray for the leaders and people of St David's Presbyterian Church, Carterton and from the worldwide church for the African Brotherhood Church.

PRAYER FOR ST ANDREW’S

Renew your people, God,
and renew our life in this place.
Give us a new spirit of unity
with those of all faiths,
and a new spirit of love
towards all people.

Bless the city in which we live
that it may be a place
where honest dealing,
good government,
the desire for beauty,
and the care for others flourish.

Bless this church
that what we know of your will
may become what we do,
and what we believe
the strong impulse
of our worship and work.

Amen

HYMN CH4 528 ‘Make Me a Channel of Your Peace’
Words: Prayer of St Francis, Music Sebastian Temple arr. B J Pulkingham, Public Domain
Make me a channel of your peace.
Where there is hatred let me bring your love;
Where there is injury your pardon;
And where there's doubt true faith in you.
Make me a channel of your peace.
Where there's despair in life let me bring hope;
Where there is darkness, only light;
And where there's sadness, ever joy.

BLESSING
A verse and the chorus from Shirley Murray’s hymn “It is time! Let the white poppies bloom”
Words: ©2015 Shirley Murray

It is time that the white poppies grow
through the hatreds and hurts that survive,
it is time for the tumbling of towers,
and the building of trust kept alive.
And the soul of the world will be healed (will be healed)
and the darkness give way to the sun,
and the terror of nuclear night will be gone
in a peace that will never be done.
Let us now go in peace, let us be the peace.
Amen

TIME FOR A CUPPA

The end of our Sunday service is normally a time for catching up, meeting people and sharing what is happening in our lives. Perhaps you would like to phone a St Andrew’s person today.