 Eich cyfnwysgwch yn ystod ar gyfer amser, ac mae'r cyfnwyr ystod ar gyfer amser yn ymddangos amser yn ymddangos amser yn ymddangos amser yn ymddangos amser. Rector, St John's Episcopal Church. Yr gyfer amser, ymddangos ar gyfer amser, yn cyst. Aelod 1944, ddiwrnodau ymdiannol yn cyfrannu Llyfrin Paestor, Dydrich Bonhufer. Immediately in 1933, Bonever had called the court of the furer out what it was, blasphemous adultery that prevented people from giving God the glory only do God's name, as the p Psalmist puts it. Bonever also set out a vision for the role of the church in relation to the state in times like his own, when governments failed its citizens. We are not simply to simply bondage the wounds y gallwn o bwysig o'r ffordd yng Nghymru, o'r ffordd yng Nghymru, o'r ffordd yng Nghymru, o'r ffordd yng Nghymru. Mae'n dda i'r rhaid i'r ffordd, ond mae'n meddwl y byddwyr o'r profisi bwysig yng Nghymru, oherwydd, mae'r profid Nathan yn ymddangos gyda King David, ac mae'r cyfnod John the Baptist yn y gallu'r hefyd, yn cyfnodd y King Herod. warning. It is the community of faith will and must speak out when the rights of any disenfranchised and not just the widow the orphan and the foreigner mentioned in the Bible are overlooked. Even though institutionally, a number of faith communities have had a terrible track record when it comes to justice for those who are different such as visible sexual or gender minorities. The wheel of injustice was set in motion too many times by people claiming to speak for God. Be that as it is, Bonhoeffer was spot on and still is today. I also want to share Bonhoeffer with you for another reason. Often in conversations with colleagues I discover that many of us suffer from imposter syndrome. Maybe this is a hazard common to many occupations including those in elected office. This might be something for us all to remember when interacting with those whose views differ from ours. They are another person with doubts, regrets, feelings and vulnerabilities just like we are. Bonhoeffer talks about this human frailty in one of his poems which was written in prison part of which I would like to share and I quote. Who am I? They often tell me I would step from myself's confinement calmly, cheerfully, firmly like a squire from his country house. Who am I? Am I really all that which others tell of? Or am I only what I know of myself? Restless and longing and sick like a bird in a cage, powerlessly trembling, weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making. Who am I? This or the other? Who am I? They mock me these lonely questions of mine. Whoever I am, thou knowest o God, I am thine. Thank you.