yep i have a history to the church of st john in many ways ?
the communion bread ;
the inside of st johns church at that time of my sisters wedding (it has not changed much) (except some one put a canadian flag on either side of the alter, that im not to pleased with) ; rev. cannon Tomkin's presiding ; you will notice the cross at the end pew in the forefront of the picture on the right side as your looking at the alter ; it is what i used to carry to lead the church service ; the two spears as i call them sit at the front of the pews like the cross but one on each side ; they now put the flowers on the alter ; see the carved eagle with the bible on its back with two braids hanging down from it in this picture ; it sits on the right side as you look at the alter ; follow the cross in the fore front to just above the shoulder of the last guy on the grooms side, you will make it out ; under the golden cross between the golden candle sticks you will find the little door that has a key lock to it ; it is the one rev. Mario opened and closed loudly one day to tell me some thing ; he he ; on the same side of the carried cross in the fore front is the little room liken to a closet ; in that little room is a golden cross set up high towards the roof ; i have to reach up to touch it ( i went to the alter one day for communion, i received my bread and dipped it in wine and went to the little room to complete my communion)(the high priest only) ; above the stained glass window of the alter is a door that opens ; there is now red carpet on the floor ; i think its a simple but beautiful church as it is but a tribute to the lord who had a love for a carpenter ? ; and but were the spirit of my g*d rests, who speaks to me, and has spoken to me ; it is his house !!! ;
IN FLANDERS FIELD 1ST WORLD WAR
In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid 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 our 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.
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