Christ is Risen!

Be Poets of the Logos!
Sarx (σαρξ) is the Greek word for "flesh". This is the blog of a Southern Man (sojourning in Buffalo, NY) attempting to follow God in the way of Jesus. I am ordained in the Independent Sacramental Movement, serving under the omophor of Bp Craig of the Universal Anglican Church. We are founding a mission here in Buffalo. You can email me at "arkouda" at this domain.

Disclaimer

I who have written this story, or rather this fable, give no credence to the various incidents related in it. For some things in it are the deceptions of demons, other poetic figments; some are probable, others improbable; while still others are intended for the delectation of foolish men. (Closing lines of the Táin Bó Cúalnge)

A story…

Bp Michael shared with me a story of a time (in the 80s) when he was rector of a Church in Las Vegas. That Lent, the local Roman Church was undergoing construction work and the congregation was using the Episcopal sanctuary. Also, the local Orthodox congregation – whose priest was later Bp Nikolai of Alaska – was using the Episcopal sanctuary (as their church was being built).

In the Tabernacle over the Episcopal Altar that Lent were three ciboria: the Episcopal one, the Roman one and the one containing the Pre-sanctified Gifts for the Orthodox community.

I’m not sure which image I find more striking: that Jesus was so present or that his people were so divided.

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