Dear Friends in Christ -
Layers and layers of history, layers and layers of Mystery. This is what we have encountered in the ten days we've been on pilgrimage in Israel. Each day has been so full - the wake-up call comes at 6:00 a.m. and we finish with our final activity around 9:00 p.m. - that I have not been able to fully pull my thoughts together in order to write.
The vertical layers we've been encountering are in people of the present. Jews and Muslims and Christians, Jewish Israelis and Palestinian Israelis, and people from all over the world (Australian, Japanese, British) who have come here to work and to pray. Peace is on everyone's mind and lips, and in spite of the stories of oppression and struggle (the Israelis on both sides have many such stories) there is hope flitting about like the swifts winging overhead as we prayed at the Western Wall.
The horizontal layers we've been encountering are about people of the past. These layers are literally written in stone, civilization upon civilization. We've walked on stone roads built 4000 years ago, 2000 years ago, 1000 years ago, 500 years ago, 100 years ago and 4 years ago. We've learned about people who thrived and people who have struggled to survive - and learned many times over that no civilization lasts forever.
But devotion does last. Devotion to God, to community, to beauty. These commitments have left lasting changes in the very landscape. These commitments are the ones that press into Mystery - and lead to peace.
This thought about devotion is the beginning point for a discussion of so much of what I've experienced here. And I'll enjoy connecting this thought with stories about specific experiences I've had here in Israel (and Jordan, where we went a few days ago to see Petra).
But I'll miss the bus if I don't get to breakfast, so for now I'll just have to say . . .
Shalom!
Blessings,
Janet+
Monday, June 4, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Memorial Day in Israel
Dear Friends in Christ -
Today is our third day in Israel. Saturday, we landed in Tel Aviv at around 2:00 in the afternoon, and then ended our day with a 2 1/2 hour bus ride to Tiberias, to a hotel overlooking the Sea of Galilee. When we got to the hotel, my Israeli friend of 31 years, Tamar, had already left a phone message welcoming me to her country. Though I was thoroughly exhausted by the nearly 24 hours of travel time from home to hotel, I felt a thrill running through me: finally I had arrived in the country of my friend, whom I had promised to visit all those years ago!
Sunday (yesterday) was a holiday: Pentecost. Things all around the country were slowed down for the celebration, a day of getting together with family and friends for Jews and a day of special worship for Christian. But we Americans were busy, busy, busy with the first day of our pilgrimage. Whoever planned this trip wanted to make sure we got our money's worth! On the first day alone, we visited five places: Caesarea by the Sea (where Pilate had a home and where Paul was taken at the end of his life), Mount Carmel (where Elijah defeated the prophets of Baal), Megiddo (an ancient tel at the edge of the Armageddon Valley), Mt. Precipice (where Jesus was said to have eluded his pursuers) and Nazareth (where Jesus' family made their home). For me, this day was a dazzling, overwhelming cacophony of sights and sounds, words and landscapes, history and Scripture, culture and politics. It was like starting to learn a language by full immersion!
Today, (Monday) is Memorial Day back at home. I was especially aware of the holiday for two reasons. First, because my kids are off from school, and I missed being with them. And second, because Memorial Day is about remembering those who have given their lives in times of war. While I was praying for our veterans and their families, I realized that if I were to name a theme for today's travels, I would say "war." At Hatzoh, we saw the city Joshua conquered and burned to the ground in a fire so hot that it cracked the bricks of the buildings and left a residue of black ash over the ruins. At Dan, we saw the place where David ran away from vengeful Saul, where Jeroboam tried to gain support by building a forbidden altar after his war with Rehoboam, where Abraham fought with the Canaanites after his brother Lot was taken hostage, and where notorious King Ahab built a city to fortify his power in the region. (In this and every place we've visited, it seems like the layers of history are slathered on top of each other like a seven-layer cake!) After relaxing near the waters of Banyas Falls (no religious significance, just the largest falls in Israel) and seeing the temples to foreign gods at Caesarea Philippi (the region where Jesus had the "who do you say that I am?" discussion with his disciples), we visited a fortress created by the Crusaders in the 13th century and the Valley of Tears where the War of 1973 started between Israel and the Syrians. Wow. I was really struck with the amount of violence in the Bible and in this Biblical land. Where will it end? When will it end? What does it mean that Jesus is the Prince of Peace?
Thus far, this pilgrimage is stirring more questions than answers. But I trust that the steps along this wandering Way will begin to take on a rhythm which will carry me deeper into God's heart.
Blessings,
Janet+
PS - On a mundane level, the accommodations at the Scots Hotel are marvelous, and the food is Ahhhhh-MAZING!
Today is our third day in Israel. Saturday, we landed in Tel Aviv at around 2:00 in the afternoon, and then ended our day with a 2 1/2 hour bus ride to Tiberias, to a hotel overlooking the Sea of Galilee. When we got to the hotel, my Israeli friend of 31 years, Tamar, had already left a phone message welcoming me to her country. Though I was thoroughly exhausted by the nearly 24 hours of travel time from home to hotel, I felt a thrill running through me: finally I had arrived in the country of my friend, whom I had promised to visit all those years ago!
Sunday (yesterday) was a holiday: Pentecost. Things all around the country were slowed down for the celebration, a day of getting together with family and friends for Jews and a day of special worship for Christian. But we Americans were busy, busy, busy with the first day of our pilgrimage. Whoever planned this trip wanted to make sure we got our money's worth! On the first day alone, we visited five places: Caesarea by the Sea (where Pilate had a home and where Paul was taken at the end of his life), Mount Carmel (where Elijah defeated the prophets of Baal), Megiddo (an ancient tel at the edge of the Armageddon Valley), Mt. Precipice (where Jesus was said to have eluded his pursuers) and Nazareth (where Jesus' family made their home). For me, this day was a dazzling, overwhelming cacophony of sights and sounds, words and landscapes, history and Scripture, culture and politics. It was like starting to learn a language by full immersion!
Today, (Monday) is Memorial Day back at home. I was especially aware of the holiday for two reasons. First, because my kids are off from school, and I missed being with them. And second, because Memorial Day is about remembering those who have given their lives in times of war. While I was praying for our veterans and their families, I realized that if I were to name a theme for today's travels, I would say "war." At Hatzoh, we saw the city Joshua conquered and burned to the ground in a fire so hot that it cracked the bricks of the buildings and left a residue of black ash over the ruins. At Dan, we saw the place where David ran away from vengeful Saul, where Jeroboam tried to gain support by building a forbidden altar after his war with Rehoboam, where Abraham fought with the Canaanites after his brother Lot was taken hostage, and where notorious King Ahab built a city to fortify his power in the region. (In this and every place we've visited, it seems like the layers of history are slathered on top of each other like a seven-layer cake!) After relaxing near the waters of Banyas Falls (no religious significance, just the largest falls in Israel) and seeing the temples to foreign gods at Caesarea Philippi (the region where Jesus had the "who do you say that I am?" discussion with his disciples), we visited a fortress created by the Crusaders in the 13th century and the Valley of Tears where the War of 1973 started between Israel and the Syrians. Wow. I was really struck with the amount of violence in the Bible and in this Biblical land. Where will it end? When will it end? What does it mean that Jesus is the Prince of Peace?
Thus far, this pilgrimage is stirring more questions than answers. But I trust that the steps along this wandering Way will begin to take on a rhythm which will carry me deeper into God's heart.
Blessings,
Janet+
PS - On a mundane level, the accommodations at the Scots Hotel are marvelous, and the food is Ahhhhh-MAZING!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Testing, testing . . . 1, 2, 3 . . .
Dear Friends in Christ -
Are you still out there??? It's been a while since I last posted here.
When I came back to the blog today to set up my next series of posts, I noticed that my last post was on March 9th. That's about the time my husband was interviewing for a couple of jobs. As most of you know, that process resulted in his accepting a job in Fort Worth, Texas!
So now, my family and I are facing a topsy-turvy summer of moving - and travel. Plans were already in place for my sabbatical at St. Paul's. (I was planning for the next five years here!!) Soo . . . we're still making trips to Israel and Kenya . . .
Tomorrow, Ed and I will leave for a pilgrimage to Israel. I do so long to share some of my reflections with you along the way. So as WiFi allows, you'll be hearing from me!
Faithfully yours,
Janet+
Friday, March 9, 2012
An important prayer for Lent . . .
. . . that's too long for my Twitter prayer posts. May it touch your heart as it does mine.
Blessings,
Janet+
A Lenten Prayer by Archbishop Desmond Tutu
Disturb us, O Lord, when we are too well-pleased with ourselves when our dreams have come true because we dreamed too little, because we sailed too close to the shore.
Disturb us, O Lord, when, with the abundance of things we possess, we have lost our thirst for the water of life; when, having fallen in love with time, we have ceased to dream of eternity; and in our efforts to build a new earth, we have allowed our vision of Heaven to grow dim.
Stir us, O Lord to dare more boldly, to venture into wider seas where storms show Thy mastery, where losing sight of land, we shall find the stars. In the name of Him who pushed back the horizons of our hopes and invited the brave to follow. Amen.
Blessings,
Janet+
A Lenten Prayer by Archbishop Desmond Tutu
Disturb us, O Lord, when we are too well-pleased with ourselves when our dreams have come true because we dreamed too little, because we sailed too close to the shore.
Disturb us, O Lord, when, with the abundance of things we possess, we have lost our thirst for the water of life; when, having fallen in love with time, we have ceased to dream of eternity; and in our efforts to build a new earth, we have allowed our vision of Heaven to grow dim.
Stir us, O Lord to dare more boldly, to venture into wider seas where storms show Thy mastery, where losing sight of land, we shall find the stars. In the name of Him who pushed back the horizons of our hopes and invited the brave to follow. Amen.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Why????
Dear Friends in Christ -
During these weeks of Lent, our sermon series on Sunday mornings is "The Courage to Question," based on the real questions of folks in our congregation.
So here's my question: Why?
Why is it that I've tried to post here four times this week. And four times the *!?%!* computer has locked me out, lost my stuff, let me down. Why????? I'm trying to do a good thing, right?
And now that I think about it, this isn't the only thing that makes me want to ask the question "why?" There are much much bigger, more important things that make me want to ask that question, too. Why doesn't someone (God?) do something to help the thousands dying in Syria? Why does the American political scene seem completely devoid of moderation and compromise? Why . . . ???
The traditional answers - "God gave us free will and we blew it" or "God does great things in the midst of all this and we should focus on that" - leave me a bit cold.
Hmmmm . . . truth is, I'm realizing that any response based on thinking or theory won't salve my heart. These "why" questions are really cries of heartbreak that no logical answer - even if it's "right" - can soothe. A wise leader said to me this week: Rational solutions will not resolve problems created by irrationality.
And here's another thing: since our good, loving God is incapable of "making" evil, then we have to ask ourselves, 'how can God answer our "why?" questions if he didn't do it?'
And yet, God is active in our lives. Joseph knew this. When his brothers were jealous of him and dumped him in a well and sold him into slavery, I'm sure Joseph asked himself and his brothers and God, "why?" But there's no evidence that God ever answered directly. In the end, though, Joseph comes to the conclusion that God has been active in his tumultuous life, and he says to his brothers, "You intended it for evil, but God intended it for good." (Genesis 50:20)
In this season of Lent, may we - like Joseph - have a sense of God's active presence in our lives, even in the midst of unanswered questions and unexplainable situations.
Faithfully yours,
Janet+
During these weeks of Lent, our sermon series on Sunday mornings is "The Courage to Question," based on the real questions of folks in our congregation.
So here's my question: Why?
Why is it that I've tried to post here four times this week. And four times the *!?%!* computer has locked me out, lost my stuff, let me down. Why????? I'm trying to do a good thing, right?
And now that I think about it, this isn't the only thing that makes me want to ask the question "why?" There are much much bigger, more important things that make me want to ask that question, too. Why doesn't someone (God?) do something to help the thousands dying in Syria? Why does the American political scene seem completely devoid of moderation and compromise? Why . . . ???
The traditional answers - "God gave us free will and we blew it" or "God does great things in the midst of all this and we should focus on that" - leave me a bit cold.
Hmmmm . . . truth is, I'm realizing that any response based on thinking or theory won't salve my heart. These "why" questions are really cries of heartbreak that no logical answer - even if it's "right" - can soothe. A wise leader said to me this week: Rational solutions will not resolve problems created by irrationality.
And here's another thing: since our good, loving God is incapable of "making" evil, then we have to ask ourselves, 'how can God answer our "why?" questions if he didn't do it?'
And yet, God is active in our lives. Joseph knew this. When his brothers were jealous of him and dumped him in a well and sold him into slavery, I'm sure Joseph asked himself and his brothers and God, "why?" But there's no evidence that God ever answered directly. In the end, though, Joseph comes to the conclusion that God has been active in his tumultuous life, and he says to his brothers, "You intended it for evil, but God intended it for good." (Genesis 50:20)
In this season of Lent, may we - like Joseph - have a sense of God's active presence in our lives, even in the midst of unanswered questions and unexplainable situations.
Faithfully yours,
Janet+
Friday, February 24, 2012
Really?! God, you sure do expect a lot from us . . .
"Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice. Let your gentleness be known to everyone; the Lord is near. Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." - Philippians 4:4-7
Dear Friends in Christ -
On the one hand, I think this is one of the most beautiful invitation/promise packages in the Bible. On the other hand, I think that if God expects ME to do this, He expects too much. Rejoice, be gentle, don't worry, tell God your requests . . . wow. That's a lot.
As I was sharing with God my sense of being overwhelmed by all this, God responded, "Just do the first thing, and then get back to me."
OK . . . so that would be "Rejoice." That's the first step. Even in the midst of my everything and whatever. OK. Rejoice. So this is me, giving rejoicing a little try:
I'm rejoicing in the midst of the cold grey slush (which makes this really cool sqwuishing sound when cars drive through it on the street).
I'm rejoicing in the midst of lack-of-caffeine-no-coffee-in-the-house doldrums (thank God I have both the money and the time to pick up a pound of coffee on the way home from school pick-ups).
I'm rejoicing in the midst of the two-foot-deep clutter in several rooms of my house (I can deploy my energetic kids to help me pick it up!).
I'm rejoicing with my friend in the midst of her desperate illness (whenever I call to cheer her up, she ends up cheering me up because she refuses to listen to my whining and makes me tell about 'the good things').
Don't look now, but this may be working. Too well, in fact. Tomorrow I might have to work on the next step!
Faithfully muddling through Lent on this slushy day,
Janet+
Dear Friends in Christ -
On the one hand, I think this is one of the most beautiful invitation/promise packages in the Bible. On the other hand, I think that if God expects ME to do this, He expects too much. Rejoice, be gentle, don't worry, tell God your requests . . . wow. That's a lot.
As I was sharing with God my sense of being overwhelmed by all this, God responded, "Just do the first thing, and then get back to me."
OK . . . so that would be "Rejoice." That's the first step. Even in the midst of my everything and whatever. OK. Rejoice. So this is me, giving rejoicing a little try:
I'm rejoicing in the midst of the cold grey slush (which makes this really cool sqwuishing sound when cars drive through it on the street).
I'm rejoicing in the midst of lack-of-caffeine-no-coffee-in-the-house doldrums (thank God I have both the money and the time to pick up a pound of coffee on the way home from school pick-ups).
I'm rejoicing in the midst of the two-foot-deep clutter in several rooms of my house (I can deploy my energetic kids to help me pick it up!).
I'm rejoicing with my friend in the midst of her desperate illness (whenever I call to cheer her up, she ends up cheering me up because she refuses to listen to my whining and makes me tell about 'the good things').
Don't look now, but this may be working. Too well, in fact. Tomorrow I might have to work on the next step!
Faithfully muddling through Lent on this slushy day,
Janet+
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Revival?!
"O Lord, I have heard of your renown, and I stand in awe, O Lord, of your work. In our own time revive it; in our own time make it known." - Habbakuk 3:2
Dear Friends in Christ -
What do the years 1727, 1792, 1830, 1857, 1882, 1904, 1906, 1930 and 1972 have in common? They're dates of past Christian revivals in the US. Notice anything missing? A recent date!
Especially in the midst of this era of crude politics and tough economics, God is on the move. Where will He break through next? How will His glory be revealed?
Our individual ways of being faithful in Lent open the eyes of our hearts to see God at work. Our united ways of being faithful in Lent open space in our midst, inviting God to do something amazing among us. Revival? Yes, we pray, "in our time, make it known"!
With you in faithfulness,
Janet+
Dear Friends in Christ -
What do the years 1727, 1792, 1830, 1857, 1882, 1904, 1906, 1930 and 1972 have in common? They're dates of past Christian revivals in the US. Notice anything missing? A recent date!
Especially in the midst of this era of crude politics and tough economics, God is on the move. Where will He break through next? How will His glory be revealed?
Our individual ways of being faithful in Lent open the eyes of our hearts to see God at work. Our united ways of being faithful in Lent open space in our midst, inviting God to do something amazing among us. Revival? Yes, we pray, "in our time, make it known"!
With you in faithfulness,
Janet+
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
"Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!": A Sermon for Ash Wednesday
Following is today's Ash Wednesday sermon. May it guide you into a Lenten season of delight! Faithfully yours, Janet+
"Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!": A Sermon for Ash Wednesday – Gospel Text: Matthew 6:1-6, 16-21
Do you remember your first love?
Do you remember how it felt to notice someone
To notice them more
To hope they noticed you
To contrive to be close to them
To risk trying to speak to that person
The rush of having that person speak to you
In today’s Gospel reading, you just received some invitations from God, the living God who has noticed you and put some invitations out to you in order to woo you closer. An invitation to go into your room and shut the door and pray. An invitation to put oil on your head and wash our face so that, in fasting, you can make a secret rendezvous. These invitations are given to you by the who calls you in this season of Lent to: “Arise, my fair one, and come away.”
This Lent could be something more than a dour season of duty and drudgery. It could be a season of delight.
Delight? Hey, isn’t all the fun stuff supposed to be reserved for Easter, when the lilies are up and the sun is out and the birds are singing?
No. Actually, no.
Delight begins now. The purpose of this season of dimness and quiet is to come away with the God who beckons us to himself. Because He loves us. And longs to be with us. And longs for us to long to be with him.
God – loves – YOU. He notices you every day. Every moment of every day. He hopes you’ll notice him back.
Yet, even as God contrives to be close you to – in the beauty he surrounds you with, in the truth he stirs you to know in your heart – things get in the way. Every romantic movie plays on this theme of things that get in the way of love. Whether the movie ends up being a comedy or a tragedy depends on what happens with the lovers. In the end, in spite of all odds, do the lovers find each other and stay together, like in the movie “When Harry Met Sally?” Or do they permanently, tragically miss each other, like in “Romeo and Juliet.”
What if today, Ash Wednesday, we accept the mark on our forehead as a mark of belonging, belonging to a God who loves us passionately and without end. What if the season of Lent is a time of falling in love with God – for the first time, or again?
In the last years or decades of your relationship with God, there was probably a point at which you were in love with God. Or at least there was a time when God came to your rescue and you wanted to repay him by drawing closer to him. Whether you haven’t felt close to God in a while, or whether you feel held close in His loving arms each day, this season of Lent is a time filled with opportunities to notice the God who is always noticing you, and to spend time with Him.
The fact that you’ve shown up today is a sign that you’re interested in your relationship with God. You’ve likely come because you sense that this is a place, a time where you can draw closer. What will you do beyond this day? In this season of Lent, will you risk praying and giving and fasting – and finding out some things about God that might encourage you . . . as well as some things that you might not have wanted to know, things that challenge you? God’s invitation to prayer and giving and fasting is an invitation to do just that: as you pray and give and fast, to let your questions and concerns rise to the surface so that your loving God can respond.
Right now, in this time of worship, I offer you three ways to forge a deeper connection with the One who calls to us “Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away . . .”
First, there’s a little slip of paper in your bulletin, it invites you to write a question. If there’s something you’ve been wondering about, some worry or doubt or fear that’s been on your mind, I invite you to ask the question. Write it down and give it as an offering to God and put it in the plate when it’s passed during the offering. Put your question out there so it’s not stuck in here, getting in the way of your relationship with God. And perhaps putting it out there will help us, together, find an answer. During the Sundays of Lent, the sermons will be shaped by the questions you ask. Perhaps, in putting your questions out there, you will help us all hear some of God’s thoughts and sense His presence.
Second, in just a moment, you’re going to receive some ashes, a mark of belonging and belovedness, a sign of right relationship with the God who loves you. When you receive the mark, I pray that, as you are reminded that you’re mortal, you will also know that you are returning to dust only so you can be raised with Christ to be with the God who loves you, forever.
Third, after the imposition of ashes, we will say some prayers, prayers of penitence in which we confess some of the things that might be getting in the way of our love relationship with God. As you offer up your repentance, I pray that you will be unburdened and free to enjoy his embrace as he reaches out to you day by day this Lent. As you seek to keep a holy Lent, may you hear Him say to you,
“Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land . . . Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. . . . Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave. It’s flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame. Many waters cannot quench [my] love [for you], neither can floods drown it.” (Song of Solomon 2:10-12,13b; 8:6-7a)
Amen.
"Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!": A Sermon for Ash Wednesday – Gospel Text: Matthew 6:1-6, 16-21
Do you remember your first love?
Do you remember how it felt to notice someone
To notice them more
To hope they noticed you
To contrive to be close to them
To risk trying to speak to that person
The rush of having that person speak to you
In today’s Gospel reading, you just received some invitations from God, the living God who has noticed you and put some invitations out to you in order to woo you closer. An invitation to go into your room and shut the door and pray. An invitation to put oil on your head and wash our face so that, in fasting, you can make a secret rendezvous. These invitations are given to you by the who calls you in this season of Lent to: “Arise, my fair one, and come away.”
This Lent could be something more than a dour season of duty and drudgery. It could be a season of delight.
Delight? Hey, isn’t all the fun stuff supposed to be reserved for Easter, when the lilies are up and the sun is out and the birds are singing?
No. Actually, no.
Delight begins now. The purpose of this season of dimness and quiet is to come away with the God who beckons us to himself. Because He loves us. And longs to be with us. And longs for us to long to be with him.
God – loves – YOU. He notices you every day. Every moment of every day. He hopes you’ll notice him back.
Yet, even as God contrives to be close you to – in the beauty he surrounds you with, in the truth he stirs you to know in your heart – things get in the way. Every romantic movie plays on this theme of things that get in the way of love. Whether the movie ends up being a comedy or a tragedy depends on what happens with the lovers. In the end, in spite of all odds, do the lovers find each other and stay together, like in the movie “When Harry Met Sally?” Or do they permanently, tragically miss each other, like in “Romeo and Juliet.”
What if today, Ash Wednesday, we accept the mark on our forehead as a mark of belonging, belonging to a God who loves us passionately and without end. What if the season of Lent is a time of falling in love with God – for the first time, or again?
In the last years or decades of your relationship with God, there was probably a point at which you were in love with God. Or at least there was a time when God came to your rescue and you wanted to repay him by drawing closer to him. Whether you haven’t felt close to God in a while, or whether you feel held close in His loving arms each day, this season of Lent is a time filled with opportunities to notice the God who is always noticing you, and to spend time with Him.
The fact that you’ve shown up today is a sign that you’re interested in your relationship with God. You’ve likely come because you sense that this is a place, a time where you can draw closer. What will you do beyond this day? In this season of Lent, will you risk praying and giving and fasting – and finding out some things about God that might encourage you . . . as well as some things that you might not have wanted to know, things that challenge you? God’s invitation to prayer and giving and fasting is an invitation to do just that: as you pray and give and fast, to let your questions and concerns rise to the surface so that your loving God can respond.
Right now, in this time of worship, I offer you three ways to forge a deeper connection with the One who calls to us “Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away . . .”
First, there’s a little slip of paper in your bulletin, it invites you to write a question. If there’s something you’ve been wondering about, some worry or doubt or fear that’s been on your mind, I invite you to ask the question. Write it down and give it as an offering to God and put it in the plate when it’s passed during the offering. Put your question out there so it’s not stuck in here, getting in the way of your relationship with God. And perhaps putting it out there will help us, together, find an answer. During the Sundays of Lent, the sermons will be shaped by the questions you ask. Perhaps, in putting your questions out there, you will help us all hear some of God’s thoughts and sense His presence.
Second, in just a moment, you’re going to receive some ashes, a mark of belonging and belovedness, a sign of right relationship with the God who loves you. When you receive the mark, I pray that, as you are reminded that you’re mortal, you will also know that you are returning to dust only so you can be raised with Christ to be with the God who loves you, forever.
Third, after the imposition of ashes, we will say some prayers, prayers of penitence in which we confess some of the things that might be getting in the way of our love relationship with God. As you offer up your repentance, I pray that you will be unburdened and free to enjoy his embrace as he reaches out to you day by day this Lent. As you seek to keep a holy Lent, may you hear Him say to you,
“Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land . . . Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. . . . Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave. It’s flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame. Many waters cannot quench [my] love [for you], neither can floods drown it.” (Song of Solomon 2:10-12,13b; 8:6-7a)
Amen.
Ash Wednesday - Do you know what it's about?
Dear Friends in Christ -
I invite you to come to church at St. Paul's today (we're worshipping together at 7:00 a.m., noon and 7:00 p.m.) and hear something you might not expect: why Lent is a season of delight, and not - as we often fear it is - a season of dour duty and drudgery.
Do you know how much God longs to be with you? Do you hear Him calling to you, "Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away . . . ???
Come join us today, and receive the mark of ashes, which is nothing more or less than a mark of our belovedness, a mark of belonging.
Delighting in God's love on the threshold of a holy Lent,
Janet+
I invite you to come to church at St. Paul's today (we're worshipping together at 7:00 a.m., noon and 7:00 p.m.) and hear something you might not expect: why Lent is a season of delight, and not - as we often fear it is - a season of dour duty and drudgery.
Do you know how much God longs to be with you? Do you hear Him calling to you, "Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away . . . ???
Come join us today, and receive the mark of ashes, which is nothing more or less than a mark of our belovedness, a mark of belonging.
Delighting in God's love on the threshold of a holy Lent,
Janet+
Thursday, January 5, 2012
DAY 12 - SO NOW WHAT . . . ?
Dear Friends in Christ -
Not just one but all twelve of the days of Christmas are now over (almost - today's the last day).
What will the season of Epiphany hold?
Time. Second longest season of the year after the "Ordinary Time", the long summer/early fall season.
Time to think about fresh hopes and important ideas. Time to begin to live into "The Work of Christmas . . ." (poem by Howard Thurman)
"When the star in the sky is gone,
When the Kings and Princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flocks,
The work of Christmas begins.
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry
To release the prisoner,
To teach the nations,
To bring Christ to all,
To make music in the heart."
In the days and weeks to come, may God pour into you all His goodness, that it may pour through you to the places you go and the people you meet.
Blessings,
Janet+
Not just one but all twelve of the days of Christmas are now over (almost - today's the last day).
What will the season of Epiphany hold?
Time. Second longest season of the year after the "Ordinary Time", the long summer/early fall season.
Time to think about fresh hopes and important ideas. Time to begin to live into "The Work of Christmas . . ." (poem by Howard Thurman)
"When the star in the sky is gone,
When the Kings and Princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flocks,
The work of Christmas begins.
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry
To release the prisoner,
To teach the nations,
To bring Christ to all,
To make music in the heart."
In the days and weeks to come, may God pour into you all His goodness, that it may pour through you to the places you go and the people you meet.
Blessings,
Janet+
Monday, January 2, 2012
THE SIGNS LEAD ME TO . . . PRAISE!
I will bless the Lord at all times; his praise shall continually be in my mouth. - Psalm 34:1
Dear Friends in Christ -
As we stand on the prow of the year, we strain to see what lies ahead, seeking a sign. This year, whether we peer into the annals of history or the pages of the NYTimes or the words of the pundits and politicians, all seem to bear the same message: 2012 promises to be a momentus year. The winds of change are blowing, and fiercely so. There will be great challenges in weather, in war, in politics, in economics.
In the face of dire predictions, some may be tempted to fear, but I'm opting to take the advice of yesterday morning's preacher, Deacon Knute Hansen, and meet the year with praise. Praising God and His world's goodness lifts my eyes from this present moment to the glories of the past and the hope of the future. Praising God and His world's goodness sets the current press and rush in the context of the grand flow of time, reminding me that what has been will be again, and what has not been may yet occur.
I invite you to join me in praise, and I offer to you a poem, from another troubled time, the days following the terrorist attacks on September 11th, 2001. May it nourish your spirit today and in the days to come . . .
Faithfully with you,
Janet+
Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere,
you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.
—Adam Zagajewski
(Translated, from the Polish, by Clare Cavanagh.)
From THE NEW YORKER issue of September 24, 2001.
Dear Friends in Christ -
As we stand on the prow of the year, we strain to see what lies ahead, seeking a sign. This year, whether we peer into the annals of history or the pages of the NYTimes or the words of the pundits and politicians, all seem to bear the same message: 2012 promises to be a momentus year. The winds of change are blowing, and fiercely so. There will be great challenges in weather, in war, in politics, in economics.
In the face of dire predictions, some may be tempted to fear, but I'm opting to take the advice of yesterday morning's preacher, Deacon Knute Hansen, and meet the year with praise. Praising God and His world's goodness lifts my eyes from this present moment to the glories of the past and the hope of the future. Praising God and His world's goodness sets the current press and rush in the context of the grand flow of time, reminding me that what has been will be again, and what has not been may yet occur.
I invite you to join me in praise, and I offer to you a poem, from another troubled time, the days following the terrorist attacks on September 11th, 2001. May it nourish your spirit today and in the days to come . . .
Faithfully with you,
Janet+
Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere,
you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.
—Adam Zagajewski
(Translated, from the Polish, by Clare Cavanagh.)
From THE NEW YORKER issue of September 24, 2001.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
A NEW YEAR'S PLEA FOR 2012
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established; what are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them? O LORD, our Sovereign, how majestic is your name in all the earth! - Psalm 8:3-4,9
Dear Friends in Christ -
There's no more faithful way to start the New Year than to humbly come to God with prayers of praise and pleas for help. My own prayers this day are guided by one that was written by Edgar Guest, an immigrant who came from England to the US as a young man, and who worked as journalist and writer through two World Wars. I invite you to join me in Guest's prayer for courage, discernment and faithfulness.
Wishing you a blessed New Year,
Janet+
A New Year's Plea
Lord, let me stand in the thick of the fight,
Let me bear what I must without whining;
Grant me the wisdom to do what is right,
Though a thousand false beacons are shining.
Let me be true as the steel of a blade,
Make me bigger than skillful or clever;
Teach me to cling to my best, unafraid,
And harken to false gospels, never.
Let me be brave when the burden is great,
Faithful when wounded by sorrow;
Teach me, when troubled, with patience to wait
The better and brighter to-morrow.
Spare me from hatred and envy and shame,
Open my eyes to life's beauty;
Let not the glitter of fortune or fame
Blind me to what is my duty.
Let me be true to myself to the end,
Let me stand to my task without whining;
Let me be right as a man, as a friend,
Though a thousand false beacons are shining.
By Edgar Guest
Dear Friends in Christ -
There's no more faithful way to start the New Year than to humbly come to God with prayers of praise and pleas for help. My own prayers this day are guided by one that was written by Edgar Guest, an immigrant who came from England to the US as a young man, and who worked as journalist and writer through two World Wars. I invite you to join me in Guest's prayer for courage, discernment and faithfulness.
Wishing you a blessed New Year,
Janet+
A New Year's Plea
Lord, let me stand in the thick of the fight,
Let me bear what I must without whining;
Grant me the wisdom to do what is right,
Though a thousand false beacons are shining.
Let me be true as the steel of a blade,
Make me bigger than skillful or clever;
Teach me to cling to my best, unafraid,
And harken to false gospels, never.
Let me be brave when the burden is great,
Faithful when wounded by sorrow;
Teach me, when troubled, with patience to wait
The better and brighter to-morrow.
Spare me from hatred and envy and shame,
Open my eyes to life's beauty;
Let not the glitter of fortune or fame
Blind me to what is my duty.
Let me be true to myself to the end,
Let me stand to my task without whining;
Let me be right as a man, as a friend,
Though a thousand false beacons are shining.
By Edgar Guest
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