Pure brightness of the everliving Father in heaven, So I prophesied as he commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they lived, and stood up upon their feet.Īnd then this ancient prayer we would intone, the Phos Hilaron: Then said he unto me, Prophesy unto the wind, prophesy, son of man, and say to the wind, “Thus saith the Lord God Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe upon these slain, that they may live.“
HALLOWED BE THY NAME LIVE SKIN
So I prophesied as I was commanded: and as I prophesied, there was a noise, and behold a shaking, and the bones came together, bone to his bone.Īnd when I beheld, lo, the sinews and the flesh came up upon them, and the skin covered them above: but there was no breath in them. (The King James Version is the spookiest.🎃)Īnd he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest.Īgain he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord. Then some spooky scripture is read The Witch of Endor from 1 st Samuel ( 28: 3– 25) or The Valley of Dry Bones from this passage in Ezekiel (37:1-14). Lord Christ, your saints have been the lights of the world in every generation grant that we who follow in their footsteps, may be made worthy to enter with them into that heavenly country where you live and reign forever. Then follows the collect for All Hallows: If I say, “Surely the darkness will cover me, and the light around me turn to night,” darkness is not dark to you, O Lord the night is as bright as the day darkness and light are to you both alike. The church service starts with this snippet from Psalm 31: (It’s in the Book of Occasional Services, of course.🎃)īefore processing into the pumpkin-lit nave, by the light of the moon, visiting a cemetery was an option, if there was one nearby. Leave it to the Episcopal Church to actually have a liturgy for All Hallows’ Eve. And at midnight, we headed into the church. A dozen pizzas were delivered and devoured. Blindfolded, we passed around peeled grape eyeballs and cold spaghetti guts, as scary stories were told. It seemed like a great idea at the time.🎃🎃🎃Ĭostumes were required. Staying up for for twelve hours straight with a couple of dozen adolescents. An all-night, overnight, youth group spook-tacular. And my youngest Jacob’s graduating from a turtle to a Teenage Ninja Turtle, to a teenage punk rocker.Īs a young curate, right out of seminary, I remember the Halloween lock-ins that I use to organize at St. Zach’s holiday attire as a mummy, Dracula, and from The Munsters, little vampire Eddy. As a mom, all of these years later, I can still vividly picture Colleen dressing up as some-kind-of princess three years running.
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