2 Corinthians 1:3-11
Preface of God the Son
PRAYER (traditional language)
Merciful God, who didst call thy priest James Chisholm to sacrifice his life in working to relieve his parishioners and the people of his city during a yellow fever epidemic: Help us remember that in giving up our lives to thy service, we win the eternal crown that never fades away in that heavenly kingdom where, with Jesus Christ our Savior and the Holy Spirit, thou reignest, one God, in glory everlasting. Amen.
PRAYER (contemporary language)
Merciful God, you called your priest James Chisholm to sacrifice his life in working to relieve his parishioners and the people of his city during a yellow fever epidemic: Help us remember that in giving up our lives to your service, we win the eternal crown that never fades away in that heavenly kingdom where, with Jesus Christ our Savior and the Holy Spirit, you reign, one God, in glory everlasting. Amen.
This commemoration was adopted provisionally by General Convention 2009.
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Last updated: 14 July 2012
PRIEST, 15 Sept. 1855
Chisholm was the rector of St. John's Episcopal Church in Portsmouth,
Virginia, in the early 1850's, when a terrible plague of yellow fever
struck the city, and which struck and killed him.
From The Grest Pestilence in Virginia, by William S Forrest (1856):
WHO, that knew the Rev. James Chisholm by sight, would have
dreamed that that frail body of his held such a lofty spirit! Weak and
delicate, with a degree of modesty that almost amounted to bashfulness,
as shrinking and retiring as a young girl, thousands would have passed
him in the crowd unconscious that they were in the presence of a ripe
scholar and an able divine. His look a personification of meekness; and,
to the superficial thinker, he would seem to have been one of those who
would quietly have retreated to his solitude, far away from the noise
and bustle of an excited community. But the disease came — Chisholm's
flock nearly all left — and he, too, was preparing to spend a portion
of his summer in the mountains but stern duty said ' Stop.' And then it
was that this pale, delicate, frail, retiring man came forth to the struggle,
and the great fond noble soul, which was, after all, the stature of the
man, rose in its God-given strength, and he was here at the bedside of
suffering, and there by the fresh-made grave; here pointing the sinner
to the cross of Christ, and there carrying food and drink to the needy;
now in the pulpit, seizing upon the circumstances of the visitation, to
warn men to prepare for death, and then in the hospital whispering peace
to the penitent and departing soul. Death came to him, and he met him
as one who,
"— Sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approached the grave;
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."
Further information may be found in Memoir of Rev. James Chisholm, A. M., by David Holmes Conrad (1856), available from Google Books.