BULLETIN
Funeral of O' Dinge Omowale Pinder, September 1st ,1999
Service Held At: St. Agnes Anglican Church

Opening Sentences

Reception Of the Body

O LOVE DIVINE HOW SWEET THOU ART

O Love Divine, how sweet thou art!                           God only knows the love of God;
When shall I find my willing heart                             O that it now were shed abroad
All taken up by thee?                                                In this poor stony heart!
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove                                     For love I sigh, for love I pine;
The greatness of redeeming love,                               This only portion, Lord, be mine,
The love of Christ to me.                                           Be mine this better part.

Stronger his love that death or hell;                            For ever would I take my seat
Its riches are unsearchable;                                        With Mary at the Mastr's feet;
The first-born sons of light                                        Be this my happy choice;
Desire in vain its depths to see;                                 My only care, delight, and bliss,
They cannot reach the mystery,                                 My joy, my heaven on earth be this,
The length, and breadth, and height                           To hear the Bridegroom's voice.

Psalm 39-

I said," I will keep watch upon my ways, so that I do not offend with my tongue. I will put a muzzle on my mouth while the wicked are in my presence."
So I held my tongue and said nothing; I refrained from rash words; but my pain become unbearable. My heart was hot within me; while I pondered, the first burst into flame; I spoke out with my tongue. Lord, let me know my end and the number of my days, so that I may know how short my life is. You have given me a mere handful of days, and my lifetime is a nothing in your sight; truly, even those who stand erect are but a puff of wind.
We walk about like a shadow, and in vain we are in turmoil; we heap up riches and cannot tell who will gather them. And now, what is my hope? O lord, my hope is in you. Deliver me from all my transgressions and do not make me the taunt of the fool.
I fell silent and did not open my mouth, for surely it was you that did it. Take your affliction from me; I am worn down by the blows of your hand.
With rebukes for sin you punish us; like a moth you eat away all that is dear to us; truly, everyone is but a puff of wind. Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears. For I am but a sojourner with you, a wayfarer, as all my forbears were. Turn your gaze from me, that I may be glad again, before I go my way and am no more.

The Epistle   read by Mrs. Agnes Burnside (Grandmother)

1st Corinthians 15:20- end

     But the truth is, Christ was raised to life-the firstfruits of the harvest of the dead. For since it was a man who brought death into the world, a man also brought resurrection of the dead. As in Adam al men die, so in Christ all will be brought to life; but each in his own proper place: Christ the firstfruits, and afterwards, at his coming, those who belong to Christ. Then comes the end, when he delivers up the kingdom to God the Father, after abolishing every kind of domination, authority, and power. For he is destines to reign until God has put all enemies under his feet; and the last enemy to be abolished is death. Scripture says, " He has put all things in subjection under his feet." But in saying "all things", it clearly means to exclude God who subordinates them; and when all things are thus subject to him, then the Son himself will also be made subordinate to God who made all things subject to him, and thus God will be all in all.
     Again, there are those who receive baptism on behalf of the dead. Why should they do this? If the dead are not raised to life at all, what do they mean by baptized on their behalf?
     And we ourselves-why do we face these dangers hour by hour? Every day I die: I swear it by my pride in you, my brothers-for in Christ Jesus our Lord I am proud of you. If, as the saying is I "fought wild beats" at Ephesus, what have I gained by it? If the dead are never raised to life," let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die."

As I Knew Him by Dannia Kemp ( cousin): click here

Hymn
HARK MY SOUL, IT IS THE LORD

Hark, my soul! It is the Lord;                                    Mine is an unchanging love,
'Tis the Saviour, hear His Word;                               Higher than the heights above,
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,                               Deeper than the depths beneath,
"Say, poor sinner, lov'st Thou Me?                           Free and faithful, strong as death.

"I deliver'd thee when bound,                                    " Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
And, when bleeding, heal'd thy wound;                      When the work of grace is done;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,                        Partner of My Throne shalt be;
Turn'd thy darkness into light.                                   Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?

"Can a woman's tender care                                      Lord, it is my chief complaint
Cease towards the child she bare?                             That my love is weak and faint;
Yes, she may forgetful be,                                          Yet I love Thee, and adore;
Yet will I remember thee.                                           O for grace to love Thee more.

The Obituary by Sandra Pinder ( Aunt)

Musical Selection by Eltorah Dennis

The Sermon by Fr. William Thompson : click here

The Confession of Our Faith

President: Let us with confidence and hope confess the faith into which we were bap       tized as we say,

  All:  I believe in God, the Father Almighty, creator of heaven and earth. I be                                 lieve in Jesus Christ, His only son, our Lord. He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died and was buried. He descended to the dead. On the third day He rose again. He ascended into haven, and is seated at the right hand of the Father. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy catholic church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting. Amen.

Hymn

THE STRIFE IS O'ER

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!                                      On the third morn He rose again,
The strife is o'er, the battle done,                              Glorious in majesty to reign;
Now is the victor's triumph won,                              O let us swell the joyful strain;
O let the song of praise be sung.
Alleluia!                                                                    Alleluia!       

Death's mightiest powers have done their worst,     Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee
And Jesus hath his foes dispersed;                          From death's dread sting Thy servants free
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst.                     That we may live, and sing to Thee.
Alleluia!                                                                 Alleluia!

The Commendation

Priest: Give rest, O Christ, to your servant with your saints.

All:    Where sorrow and pain are no more, neither sighing, but life everlasting.

Priest: You only are immortal, the creator and maker of mankind; and we are mortal, formed of the earth, and to earth shall we return. For so did you ordain when you created me, saying, "You are dust, and to dust you shall return." All of us go down to the dust; yet even at the grave we make our song: Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

All:  Give rest, O Christ, to your servant with your saints, where sorrow and pain are no more, neither sighing, but life everlasting.

Priest: Let us commend our brother O'Dinge to the mercy of God our Maker and Redeemer. Deliver your servant, O Sovereign Lord Christ, from all evil, and set him free from every bond, that he may rest with all your saints in the eternal habitations; where with the Gather and the Holy Spirit you live and reign, one God for ever and ever.

All: Amen

Priest: Into your hands, O merciful Saviour, we commend your servant O'Dinge. Acknowledge, we humbly beseech you, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your won flock, a sinner of your own redeeming. Receive him into the arms of your mercy, in the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light.

All: Amen