Aboriginal Sunday
Aboriginal Sunday was celebrated at St. John’s .. we use the following script (revised annually) in a PowerPoint presentation.
A Morning Litany
For this new day, blue sky and gold of sun
for growth up surging from each flowering tree
for ecstasy of morning just begun,
In glowing health and strength, with friends and fun
Our thanks, O God, to Thee.
for clean cool winds and balsam scented air
for waters gently rippled by the breeze
for artistry and beauty everywhere
to stir our listless hearts awake, aware,
Our thanks we give for these
for every winding trail we may explore
to find adventure in the shadowed woods
for curve of beach and lure of rocky shore,
for sense of wonder deepening more and more
We offer gratitude.
For all the promises of the days to be
glad summer days in the open air
for rain, the boon of every thirsty tree
for stars that deck the night with mystery
For these a fervent prayer
for every miracle the joyous days reveal
for growing faith in things we cannot see,
for every flash of truth we come to feel,
which makes the meaning of all life more real,
Our thanks, O God to Thee
And on this 3rd Sunday in June – Aboriginal Sunday, we at St. John’s pray for
those Cree children with their dark, dark eyes
for the youngest of the Ojibwe
for Mohawk mothers who love their children
for all aboriginal children caught up in childish joys
for every child who looks to the future
for all these children we pray
and for Inuit child with smiling face
Our thanks, O God, to Thee
We want this service of worship to open the door and give us a better understanding of Canada’s first people. They are concerned as we are concerned with the ordinary but basic things of life: food, shelter, clothing and love. They worry, too, about inflation, the effects of alcohol, health and their children.
As individuals, aboriginal people are interested in personal achievements and in providing opportunities for growth in their family members.
Aboriginal people are ordinary human beings with ordinary human wants. They feel that here is nothing strange about simple desires for basic survival and personal freedom.
For all of Canada’s aboriginal people, we pray
The following is a prayer from the Sioux children of Red Cloud Indian School at Pine Ridge South Dakota.
Let us pray together
O Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds
and whose breath gives life to all the world
hear me.
I come to you as one of your many children
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
Make me walk in beauty and make my eyes
ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have
make and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the
things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden
in every leaf and rock.
Make me strong – not to be greater than my
brother or my sister, but to fight my greatest
enemy – myself.
Make me always ready to come to you with
clean hands and straight eyes. So, when life
fades, as the fading sunset, my spirit may
come to you without shame.
Amen