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The Episcopal City Mission invites you to the Moment in Time Gala on Thursday, October 16, 2025, at the LiUNA Event Center in Sunset Hills, Missouri.

 

With the theme “It Takes One Moment to Have an Impact,” this special evening will support programs that provide hope and healing for children in the juvenile justice system.

 

More details and a formal invitation will follow, but please mark your calendars now.

 

If you would like to become a sponsor, you can make a difference one step at a time. For questions, please contact Leslie Nickerson at office.manager@ecitymission.org or call 314-436-3545.

 

Learn more at ecitymission.org.


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Beloved Members of St. Martin's,

 

Once, when I was about 12, a cluster of the autumn great monarch butterfly migration actually stopped in the woods across from my granddad's house. I remember being awed by the hundreds of pairs of orange wings that rested on the line of fir trees that bordered the baseball fields, resting before heading out the next morning. I was surprised, but I wasn't necessarily shocked, because back then monarchs were thought to be as common as a flock of sparrows. Back then, monarchs were ho-hum. You could see dozens of them every day from March through October.

 

Twenty years later, how things had changed. By the time my own children were little, and of an age to notice, seeing a monarch at any time of year had become a rare sight. We got incredibly excited one year when we actually had one of the late-summer caterpillars destined to make the migration form a crysalis in the frame of our patio door. The day it emerged, strengthened its wings in the sun, and flew away was a day of wonder in our household. And the next year my kids and I planted milkweed, their favorite food, in hopes of a repeat performance. A photo of one of "our" caterpillars will grace the cover of the 10:30 bulletin, and a photo of the butterfly it became will be on the cover of the 505 bulletin for this weekend.

 

In the last twenty years especially, factors such as pesticide use and habitat loss have caused a crash in the monarch population, and that is worrisome because, alongside a simultaneous honeybee colony collapse, it indicates a decline in pollinators, which can dramatically affect the food supply. The good news is that, as people have become aware of the issue, they have started acting to restore crucial habitat, including restoring prairie ecosystems, reducing the use of pesticides, and even planting backyard patches of wildflowers can help. The food chain web reminds us that helping these tiny creatures also helps humans, as one out of every three bites of food we eat is dependent upon pollination by butterflies, bees, and birds.

 

Creation care matters. There are millions of practical reasons why we need to be mindful of our impact upon the Earth and the environment: no other species has as much potential to either protect or pollute our land and water. But there is also a spiritual aspect to this crisis, as care for creation is an act of reverence for God and for each other, a practical way to engage in the Great Commandment. That's why I was so excited to be able to assist with the work of the Creation Care Caucus of deputies and bishops at the last General Convention in July of 2024, as we sought to encourage engagement with environmental issues at the triannual gathering of deputies and bishops from all across the Episcopal Church.

 

The first step of solving any problem is awareness. That is why this Sunday you will notice that we are using new liturgical prayers, emphasizing a theme of creation, and we will be using them from now until October 5. What once was a single day among the Orthodox tradition eventually grew to a focus from September 1 through October 4, the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi.

 

This program of focus on creation originally was promoted by the World Council of Churches in 2008, which is when some Episcopal churches first started their observance of this time to pray about and work for the restoration of our loving care of our relationship with God and this planet and all its living things, all of whom are the handiwork of the Creator.

 

I invite you to learn more about Creation Care in the Episcopal Church here on the main website for our denomination.

 

There are many beautiful prayers from across the Anglican communion that we will be able to meditate upon and pray during this brief season. You can also see the collection of prayers and spiritual writings gathered for worship in Episcopal parishes here, and perhaps even use some of these resources in your own praying of the daily office.

 

You can learn about ways the Episcopal Church and her members are working to urge action on environmental concerns in Washington DC by learning about Creation Care activity from the Episcopal Public Policy Network.

 

You can even sign up to get a daily devotion delivered to your email inbox by following this link.

 

I hope that these next few weeks inspire you to get out into the beauty of creation and let God's handiwork feed your soul. As harvest time approaches, I hope that you can give thanks for the many hands that work to bring the food you enjoy from field, farm, forest and sea to your own tables.

 

As you approach the altar rail for communion, I hope you can be filled with wonder that communion itself depends upon wheat, rice, or potato flour and grapes and clean water, transformed through the work of human hands, to remind us of our call to remember Christ's saving work in the world as well as our God-given responsibility to tend the Earth lovingly.

 

In Christ,

Mother Leslie+

A drawing of a possum showing its bare tail
A drawing of an Opossum, which is often just called "Possum."

by the Rev. Leslie Scoopmire


When Mother Leslie and her sister were little, our parents would sometimes tell us stories. Our dad, who was part Cherokee, liked to tell us this one, and I wanted to share it with you today. It's a Cherokee story called "Why Possum's Tail Is Bare."




You may not know it, but long ago animals used to love to get together and hold big community meetings called councils, where they would talk about how to take care of each other, how to prepare for winter, and other sorts of important business for the community of creatures. Afterward, they would feast and dance and sing together. It was a way of being neighborly, and sharing good times and good food.

 

Now all the animals knew each other, and knew the tendencies that each animal had. For instance, the fox was known for being clever. The owl was known for being wise. The horse was known for being fast. The eagle was known for its ability to fly high and to see things from long distances. And rabbit was known as a trickster, as a player of practical jokes. And yet because he was so swift, he was often also given the task of being a messenger in the animal community.

 

So the animals were getting ready to have another one of their annual council meetings, followed by a dance and dinner. This was going to be a night of talking about issues the community needed to take care of, gathering help for those in need, and feasting and singing and music and dancing around a wonderful warm fire.

 

Rabbit was sent out to spread the news of the dance to all the different animals living in the forest. And as he approached Possum's house, he thought about Possum's terrible pride, and his repeated tendency to brag. You see, back then, Possum had a beautiful, luxurious, silky tail, one he took great pride in. He kept it neat and clean, always brushed it out so that it shone like glass. So Rabbit decided to play a trick on Possum.

 

Sure enough, Rabbit found Possum down by the pond, combing the hair on his tail and looking at its reflection in the water, making sure his tail looked its finest.

 

"Hello, Possum!" said Rabbit, interrupting the combing, and Possum jumped with a start." Are you coming to tomorrow night's council? It wouldn't be a real meeting without you!"

 

"Well, I don't know," said Possum. "I had planned to wash my tail tomorrow, and you know it takes several hours for me to dry it properly."

 

Rabbit said, "Ohh come on! You and your tail must be there!"

 

The Possum considered. "Hmm. Well, I guess I can come, as long as you give me a place of honor so that everyone can see my magnificent tail."

 

"Oh, absolutely!" said Rabbit, "And, what's more, just to make sure your tail is at its finest, I will send over someone to comb it and dress it so that it'll look especially amazing!" Possum readily agreed to come, and away Rabbit hopped.

 

Rabbit's next stop was to Cricket's house. Cricket was known to be an expert hair cutter-- so good that the Native American people called him "the Barber." So Rabbit asked Cricket to go to Possum's house the next evening, just before the council began. Then Rabbit bent down and whispered in Cricket's ears special instructions, and then he hopped off, laughing as he went.

 

The next evening, after sundown, Cricket appeared at Possum's house. He told Possum that he had come to prepare his beautiful tail for the council meeting and dance, so that it would look its very best. Possum happily put himself at Cricket's disposal, knowing Cricket's reputation as a wonderful barber and hairdresser.

 

Cricket urged Possum to lay back and close his eyes and let Cricket do the work. Soon Cricket tied a red ribbon way up around the top of the tail, telling Possum that the ribbon was there in order to be able to brush the tail without it pulling too much and hurting as he worked. "This ribbbon, which is itself beautiful, will help keep your tail neat and tidy until the meeting," Cricket assured Possum, and Possum happily lay back and closed his eyes, imagining how fine this night was going to be. That ribbon why Possum couldn't feel Cricket clipping off the hair close to the roots, working his way round and round and down and down the tail until it was as bare and wriggly as a long, pink, worm.


A mother possum with her babies on her back

 

Cricket finished just as night had gotten very dark, just in time for the council meeting to start, and so with only minutes to spare, away they both ran to the council grounds.

 

When Possum arrived, he found the place of honor saved for him, just as Rabbit had promised. The fire was not yet fully lit, because the wood was always saved for the dance after the meeting. The light was just bright enough to see everyone's faces. The animals got finished with their business rather quickly. Then the fire was fed and the flames shot up, and the dancing began.

 

When it was Possum's turned to dance, he loosened the string from his tail and stepped into the middle of the assembly. The drummers, who were the woodpeckers, began to drum, and Possum began to dance and sing and spin, lifting his face up to the stars overhead. "See my beautiful tail!" he cried and everybody shouted. He danced around the circle and sang again "See how beautiful the fur is and how beautiful the colour is!" and everybody shouted more. Even more in ecstasy, he exclaimed "See it sweep the ground! See it wave in the breeze as I dance!" And the animals shouted loudest of all.

 

Possum was delighted. So he spun around, and sang even louder stepping up close to the fire, "Look at my beautiful tail!" And suddenly possum realized that the animals weren't shouting, but laughing. He stopped dancing and looked down into the firelight at his tail.


Possum saw that there was not a hair left on it. Instead it was as bare and naked as a lizard, or a snake, or even worse a worm! A long, pink, wriggly worm! Possum was so surprised and astonished that he could not say a word.


A possum grinning and playing dead after being startled

Instead, not knowing what to do, he rolled over helpless on the ground and grinned, as Possum does to this day whenever he is taken by surprise. And to this very day, the Possum's is a much more humble creature, and helpful, eating all kind of annoying insects like ticks. But his tail is still bare.





Citation-- a Cherokee Folktale told to Mother Leslie by her father, Cornell Barnes. An original version can be found in History, Myths, and Sacred Formulas of the Cherokees, by James M. Mooney.




Three baby possums hanging from a branch baby their tails


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