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Celebration of the Life of
MARCIA ELIZABETH MCDONNAUGH-SMITH

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ORDER OF SERVICE

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THE OPENING ANTHEM

I am Resurrection and I am Life, says the Lord.
Whoever has faith in me shall have life,
even though he die.
And everyone who has life,
and has committed himself to me in faith,
shall not die for ever.

As for me, I know that my Redeemer lives
and that at the last he will stand upon the earth.
After my awaking, he will raise me up;
and in my body I shall see God.
I myself shall see, and my eyes behold him
who is my friend and not a stranger.

For none of us has life in himself,
and none becomes his own master when he dies.
For if we have life, we are alive in the Lord,
and if we die, we die in the Lord.
So, then, whether we live or die,
we are the Lord's possession.

Happy from now on
are those who die in the Lord!
So it is, says the Spirit,
for they rest from their labors.


The Lord be with you.
And also with you.
Let us pray.

O God of grace and glory, we remember before you this day our sister, Marcia. We thank you for giving her to us, her family and friends, to know and to love as a companion on our earthly pilgrimage. In your boundless compassion, console us who mourn. Give us faith to see in death the gate of eternal life, so that in quiet confidence we may continue our course on earth, until, by your call, we are reunited with
those who have gone before; through Jesus Christ our Lord.

AMEN.

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HYMN: Blessed Assurance

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
born of his Spirit, washed in his blood.

This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long.
This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long.

Perfect communion, perfect delight,
visions of rapture now burst on my sight.
Angels descending bring from above
echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long.
This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long.

Perfect submission, all is at rest.
I in my Savior am happy and bless’d,
watching and waiting, looking above,
filled with his goodness, lost in his love.

This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long.
This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long.

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THE FIRST READING
Wisdom 3: 1-5, 9

A reading from the Book of Wisdom.

The souls of the righteous are in the hand of God, and no torment will ever touch them. In the eyes of the foolish they seemed to have died, and their departure was thought to be a disaster, and their going from us to be their destruction; but they are at peace. For though in the sight of others they were punished, their hope is full of immortality.

Having been disciplined a little, they will receive great good, because God tested them and found them worthy of himself; those who trust in him will understand truth, and the faithful will abide with him in love, because grace and mercy are upon his holy ones, and he watches over his elect.

The Word of the LORD.
Thanks be to God.


THE PSALM
Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd; *
I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; *
he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul; *
he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his Name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil; *
for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; *
thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, *
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.


THE SECOND READING
1 John 3: 1-2

A Reading from the First Letter of John.

See what love the Father has given us, that we should be called children of God; and that is what we are. The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Beloved, we are God’s children now; what we will be has not yet been revealed. What we do know is this: when he is revealed, we will be like him, for we will see him as he is.

The Word of the LORD.
Thanks be to God.

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HYMN: Amazing Grace

Amazing grace - how sweet the sound -
that saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
and grace my fears relieved;
how precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed!

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come:
'tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
and grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,
his word my hope secures;
he will my shield and portion be
as long as life endures.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
than when we first begun.

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THE GOSPEL READING
John 10:11-16

The Holy Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ according to John.
Glory to you, Lord Christ.

Jesus said, “I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. The hired hand, who is not the shepherd and does not own the sheep, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away—and the wolf snatches them and scatters them. The hired hand runs away because a hired hand does not care for the sheep. I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father. And I lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice. So there will be one flock, one shepherd.”

The Gospel of the Word.
Praise to you, Lord Christ.

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THE REMEMBRANCES

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THE OBITUARY

MARCIA ELIZABETH MCDONNAUGH-SMITH was born in New York City on October 1, 1948, to Fitzherbert and Ruby (Moore) McDonnaugh. She was the oldest of two children and is survived by her brother: Khaalid A. Muhammad, sister-in-law: Chunmei L. Muhammad, nephews: Sean, Gabriel and Khaalid Jr., grandnephew Kainoa, aunt Cargil Murphy, cousins: Emil, Oliver, Clyde, Andre, Earl, Jacqueline and numerous Church of the Intercession members that she called her friends and members of her second family.

Marcia grew up and spent her entire life in New York City. She worked her entire career at New York-Presbyterian Hospital, for a total of 43 years. On October 13, 1989, Marcia married Gilbert E. Smith until his passing on October 13, 2009. Marcia's second love, after her family, was that her love of movies, she was considered a “movie buff.” When she was a little girl, we would go to the local movie house together, on Saturday afternoons.  She was fascinated with moviemaking and watched as many films as she could during her lifetime.

Throughout her life, Marcia was quiet and hardworking, preferring to work "behind the scenes" rather than seeking the limelight. She rarely asked anyone for help and valued her independence. Marcia possessed a very generous heart and gave unreservedly to her family and her church - she loved both very much. She did everything from the heart without any thought of compensation. When she helped, she simply helped!

Marcia's everyday joy was rooted in her devotion to her church. Throughout the years she was a faithful steward and served in several capacities. At the diocesan level, she served as the Secretary to the Board, Episcopal Church Women (ECW) of the Diocese of New York and at the church level she held various roles including but not limited to the following positions: (1) Church Warden and Vestry Member throughout the years; (2) Lay Leader of Evening Prayer at the request of Deacon Luis Rivera-Rivera and a reader; (3) Secretary, Episcopal Church Women (ECW); (4) Secretary of the Senior Group; (5) Chairperson, The Union of Black Episcopalians (UBE) National Conference 2016, as well as being a member of the Union; (6) President, of the Special Events Committee; (7) Editor, Weekly News and Notes and the church’s resident photographer; (8) Treasurer and Member of the Homecoming Dance Reception Committee; (9) Liaison to the New York City Council to prevent tourist helicopter flyovers in the vicinity of the church and upper Manhattan which had been disrupting the quality of life for the residents; (10) Volunteered during the annual Gobble Gobble Give Event.

Other roles she filled: Marcia served as a weekly counter, served on the Food Committee and attended Sunday school. Bottom line, one would be hard-pressed to find any aspect of any church life that did not include Marcia Smith at one point or the other.

Some of my best memories, in life, have been of me growing up, with my sister, through childhood to adulthood. I will miss all the conversations we had, I recall that as little children, we talked about what the future would hold for us.  During our last conversation, we once again wondered what the future would hold for us. Marcia was one who never liked to complain about her own problems as she was more dedicated to helping others with their problems. No matter what her condition was, she would always reply that "she was alright or okay". Marcia's gift to her friends was her desire to help others. 

I believe this poem, by poet Allison Chambers Coxsey describes the way I feel.

TO MY SISTER

I'm blessed to call you sister,
I also call you friend;
You've loved me unconditionally,
And stood through thick and thin.

 You've shared my joys and sorrows,
My laughter and my tears,
You've been my inspiration,
As we grew up through the years.

 When we were little children
We laughed and played together;
Then growing up stood by me,
Through good and stormy weather. 

There's something God has given us
That's more than family;
He's placed a love for you, my sister,
Deep down in the heart of me.

Let us remember everything that Marcia shared with us and all that she did in the name of love for us.  Let us be happy that she is on a journey that we are all destined to follow. Let us be happy that we were blessed with the joy of knowing her, even if for a brief period of time. Let us be happy that her life was designed to bring a period of happiness into the lives of people she met. Let us be happy knowing that no one comes into our lives by accident but only with a purpose, even if for a brief moment in time. Marcia, may you rest in peace and know that "You are not a drop in the ocean, you are the entire ocean in a drop. May the peace and blessing of Allah be upon you.”

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THE HOMILY
The Rev. Rhonda J. Rubinson

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THE APOSTLES’ CREED

In the assurance of eternal life given at Baptism, let us proclaim our faith and say,

I believe in God, the Father almighty,
creator of heaven and earth.
 
I believe 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 heaven,
and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again to judge the living and the dead.
 
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.

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THE PRAYERS

For our sister, Marcia, let us pray to our Lord Jesus Christ who said,
"I am Resurrection and I am Life."

Lord, you consoled Martha and Mary in their distress;
draw near to us who mourn for Marcia, and dry the tears of those who weep.
Hear us, Lord.

You wept at the grave of Lazarus, your friend;
comfort us in our sorrow.
Hear us, Lord.

You raised the dead to life;
give to our sister eternal life.
Hear us, Lord.

You promised paradise to the thief who repented;
bring our sister to the joys of heaven.
Hear us, Lord.

Our sister was washed in Baptism and anointed with the Holy Spirit;
give her fellowship with all your saints.
Hear us, Lord.

She was nourished with your Body and Blood;
grant her a place at the table in your heavenly kingdom.
Hear us, Lord.

Comfort us in our sorrows at the death of our sister;
let our faith be our consolation, and eternal life our hope.

SILENCE

Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to you our sister, Marcia, who was reborn by water and the Spirit in Holy Baptism. Grant that her death may recall to us your victory over death, and be an occasion for us to renew our trust in your Father's love. Give us, we pray, the faith to follow where you have led the way; and where you live and reign with the Father and the Holy Spirit, to the ages of ages. Amen.

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THE COMMENDATION

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

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.

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

Into Your hands, O merciful Savior, we commend Your servant, Marcia. Acknowledge, we humbly beseech you, a sheep of Your own fold, a lamb of Your own flock, a sinner of Your own redeeming. Receive her into the arms of Your mercy, into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light. 

Amen.

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THE BLESSING AND DISMISSAL

Let us go forth in the name of Christ.
Thanks be to God.

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HYMN: The Strife Is O’er, The Battle Done

Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

The strife is o'er, the battle done;
the victory of life is won;
the song of triumph has begun.
Alleluia!

The powers of death have done their worst,
but Christ their legions has dispersed.
Let shouts of holy joy outburst.
Alleluia!

The three sad days are quickly sped;
he rises glorious from the dead.
All glory to our risen Head.
Alleluia!

He closed the yawning gates of hell;
the bars from heaven's high portals fell.
Let hymns of praise his triumph tell.
Alleluia!

Lord, by the stripes which wounded thee,
from death's dread sting thy servants free,
that we may live and sing to thee.
Alleluia!

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