The "Sacred Text" was a poem by Edward Carpenter from the New Zealand BCP (it begins "Let your mind be quiet," and Google tells me it's titled "The Lake of Beauty").
Keith did the Reflection. He talked about Thoreau, mentioning that Thoreau had referred to himself as an "inspector of snowstorms," and if I didn't already have a grudge against Thoreau, that would have endeared him to me. (I suppose eventually I should actually read Walden; my only firsthand experience with Thoreau is Civil Disobedience.)
He read the "I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately" bit, and I'm not sure I had realized that that's where "suck out all the marrow of life" comes from. I always associate that phrase with Dead Poet's Society, "barbaric YAWP" and all. Possibly I blocked out the Thoreau connection.
Laura Ruth said that before our prayer time we would enter a period of silence, and when she hears us starting to shift in our seats . . . two minutes after that we'll move to prayer time :) I gave her a thumbs up. (I often feel that silent prayer time in corporate worship services isn't long enough -- in part because it takes me so long to get myself settled/focused.)
The Benediction was from Isaiah -- something about mercy and rest and so on.
After the service was over, I told Laura Ruth, "I will see you in three weeks."
"Three weeks!" she cried. "Since I've been at church, I haven't gone three weeks without you!"
I said technically I was returning on a Thursday night, but that since I don't go to Sunday service there I wouldn't see her until Wednesday, August 27 (yes I knew the date offhand from having looked at the list of upcoming services on the back of the bulletin earlier) -- though if she really wanted to see me in the interim after I returned we could make that happen.
She asked where I was going, and I said, "Athens, Venice, and Rome."
"You mean Athens, Georgia, and Venice, Georgia, and Rome, Georgia."
"Yes," I said, "Yes, clearly I am spending ten days vacation in Georgia."