The Challenge of Kingdom Living in a Big Box Store World

I remember when the cardboard box was the method for storing and transporting things. Twenty five years ago I went to the State Store and got empty liquor bottle boxes to pack for college. The past couple of weeks, I’ve been helping our older daughter prepare for her freshman year and we’ve been doing the necessary shopping. Fortunately there are plenty of stores ready to not only sell us what she needs, but what she needs to store what she needs. Stores like Target, Walmart, and Home Depot are called “big box stores” because of what they look like when they are built, but it also describes our shopping in them as well as we leave with lots of big boxes. As Catherine and I shopped we’ve had conversations about whether you “need” your own microwave when there is one in the dorm kitchen. If you “bunk” your beds you have more room for stuff, resolving who gets the space under the lower bunk. Do you each need your own trash can? Do you need a personal safe to store your cell phone and ID? And those storage containers? Thank God we’ve been able to find them in turquoise and lime green, the agreed upon colors. These are all issues that people of abundance discuss. Even in this economy, there is abundance.
My daughter’s room is 11x 17 which seems about right to me, but on the tour many people felt it was too small. Some feel that way about their houses as well- leading to a rise in “satellite storage” facilities- those storage unit complexes we see lots of places now, often built upon farmland. We as a culture are a people in search of the bigger barn today, just like the man in the gospel. We too are rich toward our possessions, taking a lot of time and energy and attention getting, keeping and caring for our stuff. The question is, at what point does it control our lives and take away our perspective? And what does our stuff give us? In the midst of our abundance a number one complaint today is that people feel a sense of a loss of community. Things seem out of whack but we’re not sure what that is about.
The rich landowner gains abundance, and he begins thinking about what he will do with HIS good fortune. Already showing a lack of perspective- if we look more closely we see that it is the "land" of the rich man that "brought forth plentifully." It wasn’t because the rich man was such a great farmer. It was a good crop year in that area, a factor beyond the man’s control- a factor that speaks about God. Because of the abundance many were needed to bring the crop in. He was able to reap the harvest not because of his labor, but because of the many others he employed. But what about when it comes time to enjoy that abundance?
The man thinks only of how HE’s set- surplus goods laid up for many years, and he can "rest, eat, drink, be merry. " And if he plays his cards right he can control the availability of all that grain and make more money from those who need it. It’s OK to rest, eat , drink and be merry. We hear this in Ecclesiastes - Life is hard. Enjoy yourself when you can. But God, however, calls the man a "fool." Not because he's enjoying himself, but because of his lack of perspective. He's finally got his storage solution perfected and finds out he’s going to die in just a few hours--"this night your life is demanded from you." He has forgotten his relationships with God and others. All that stockpiling suggests he is not satisfied with God’s providing and that he lacks trust in God. He’s forgotten that not only did God give the abundance, God gave the man life in the first place, and God can "require all of it back." And that for all his self-centered strategizing, the man doesn't run his own life after all. Too busy tending, thinking he’s free, but actually owned by stuff! Stuff he can’t take with him. He has disregarded God, but this is not the only problem.
In Luke’s world 90% of the people lived at the level of bare subsistence. By tearing down the barn and building a bigger one, the man is taking land out of farming, land probably supporting those workers. Land that now will never produce future crops. He used his power to take away what little land they had, driving them into destitution and homelessness, while facing those higher prices. Sounds kind of like our economy today.
There is crisis all around, but in the midst of this, the rich man talks only to himself, and thinks only of himself. And he makes no consideration for his neighbors, nearly all of whom are poor. In disregarding his neighbors, he again disregards God. We hear that we should not seek a life that isolates us from others and from God. And by the way, how merry can you be when you’re partying by yourself? These are the ways that the man is not being rich toward God. So are we today who are blessed, living richly toward God? It is more complicated than it might seem.
This was on my mind as I read the news this week about the events in Arizona. As you may know Arizona is stressed by the volume of illegal immigrants which have flooded their area. The large numbers have overloaded the budgets for schools and social services. Others complain that the immigrants are taking “American jobs.” The Arizona law required anyone who “looks” illegal to prove they are not. This effort toward self-preservation is not totally without merit. Yet, every day outside the Home Depots in Arizona there is a lineup, of people who hope to be picked as “day laborers.” Many of them “look” illegal. When the federal judge struck down the law, a newspaper article reported that a man came out to the line of people and said, “Good news, guys! Today you can work!” Because the provision overturned included the requirement upon employers and contractors must check id’s. Now no one would have to check their id’s. We should be troubled by this. Not just because potentially illegal immigrants are being given a “free pass.” What is troubling is the connection to our complicated world of stuff.
The day laborers aren’t being given real jobs, with fair pay and benefits. Not at Home Depot, or Walmart, or any of the other “marts.” If they were, American citizens would want these jobs. Yet if Home Depot paid fair wages, it would eat into their profit margin. And one of two things would happen- prices would have to go up or profits go down. If profits go down, many of our retirement plans would have less money-many plans own this stock. And we would not be as rich. If prices went up, we would not be very merry because we could not buy as much stuff. So the truth is we need those illegal immigrant day laborers willing to live on what we consider subsistence pay. We also need cheap labor in other countries and we need those petroleum wells in the Gulf to produce the plastics we need for all those storage bins for our stuff. We can’t worry too much about immigration, fair trade, human rights, or the environment. Because if we did we can’t have our bigger barn. What does God have to say to this issue? Instead of talking about numbers and stuff and worries, what the landowner does, maybe we need to talk to God.
Kingdom living is just as challenging today. Rather than give answers it leaves lots of questions. Can we be satisfied with the beauty of creation and relationships God gives? Can we consider living in trust that God will provide “enough?” Can we be honest about our ways of business and their ripple effect? How might God be calling us to ask what it means that our neighboring country is so poor that risking a border crossing in hope of even a day’s labor is better than home? Every price rollback comes on someone’s back.
God wants to provide abundance for us, but also for others. To discern when to focus on self-advancement, or the needs of neighbors, our best guidance comes from our relationship with God.

Are You Too Busy Trying to Relax?

Pulling into the campground today, I was reminded of the many camping trips I've been on. Before children, my husband, Michael and I used to go camping and white-water rafting with a group to Ohiopyle State Park. Michael has a friend named Dean who organized the trips. If you're going camping you want a "Dean" with you. Many times when hear the story of Mary and Martha, it becomes a story about women and roles and kitchenwork. Dean is living proof that "Martha" is alive and well in men too. Dean collected and packed everything that we needed, with his own system for how it should be packed so that things could be taken out of the trailer in logical order. He got all of the permits and the equipment, and when we got on site, he was a flurry of activity, making sure everything was staged and set up- tents, and campfires and food. He did it all. I was glad we had Dean.
Our trips became so popular there were as many as 100 of us. We may not see each other much of the year, so the trips were like reunions, getting away and enjoying each other's company. Throughout, Dean was poised for action, always anticipating things like when it was time to get out the supplies for Mountain Pies, or the four pronged hot dog fork. I'm not sure he ever relaxed. Sometimes it was kind of hard to relax around him. Dean's wife, Joanie, was also along. She was focused on spending time with friends- that's why we went. But she'd no sooner sit down to talk and he'd call to her to get something, find something. Sometimes she'd respond but other times she'd tell him it could wait, it was not the most important thing. I'm not sure if you are a Dean or a Martha too, but let's not be too critical of them. They do what needs to be done. I confess that since this is my first time to lead worship here, while I should be focused on God in our midst, somewhere my mind is distracted-wondering if I've done everything so we can be fed by this service.
But we're here at the campground, getting away from it all. You've left it all behind, you're relaxing, right? But we all know what it's like getting ready…. and we'll be busy catching up when we return. And sometimes we are busy on vacation, busy making sure others have a good time. Maybe we're so busy trying to guarantee relaxing that we don't. Martha is unhappy she is doing all the work. She violates Hostess Rule #1 and complains to her guest, basically telling Jesus his visit has caused this and to do something about it. The whole time she just can't sit, or stop talking. Mary has set aside her priorities. She is sitting and listening. Mary in doing this is beholding "the beauty of the LORD" as the psalmist in Ps. 27:4 says we should do. She's paying attention to God. Jesus surprises Martha, telling her to stop and be with him- make a different choice. Choose over the many distractions and sit at Jesus' feet and listen.
Jesus doesn't criticize Martha for her "service," but for her worries and anxieties about many things -- a life that is being pulled in too many directions. The original meaning of distracted is "getting pulled around" It can feel that way, can't it? Jesus asks each of us to consider whether we have been pulled in many directions by many things, rather than making time with God our TOP PRIORITY. When we are so anxious about doing we have trouble hearing the word of God. It's about balance. Just before this story in the Gospel of Luke, Jesus was asked what is the greatest commandment, to which he responded, "love the Lord with all your heart, soul, mind and strength, and your neighbor as yourself." The story of the Good Samaritan demonstrates loving our neighbor in ways that challenge us. Today's message is about the challenge of loving God with all one's heart. To do either of these things means rejecting society's priorities in favor of God's. We're shown the overriding importance of devotion to the Lord's Word as an expression of one's love for God, rather than getting distracted. It's about balance. There is a time to "go and do" and a time to "sit and listen".
Coming together for worship is one example of that time. But I challenge you to consider the rest of the week and how you sit and listen with God. To think about being "busy" and how it affects us, and how it can affect our prayer life too- the other time God wants to spend with us. Earlier this year, I decided to try committing to praying in the morning, the middle of the day, the evening and before bed using the Liturgy of the Hours. Four times a day about 15 minutes each. But those four times where between 6 and 9 am; 11 and 1; 5 and 7pm and before bed. The busiest times of the day. I quickly discovered how busy I really was trying to juggle the kids, dinner, work in the parish, my husband, the dog…you get the picture. I'd start out with good intentions, but there are all these other things pulling me around. And then it's the end of the day and I'd think, NOW I can sit and pray. Sometimes I'd fall asleep praying- somewhere in the middle. Think of how we'd feel if we were talking to someone and they fell asleep on us! The lesson is simple in principle but so difficult in application Think of your favorite thing to do, and how much time you devote to it. Can you imagine that time spent being with God, abiding with God, in tending your relationship with God, listening to the quiet still voice of God still speaking to us, deep within our hearts?
It is a difficult word that Jesus speaks, but it is a freeing word as well. In order to choose the better part, we need to let go of the many things that distract. The good news is that we can. We can remember the freeing nature of God's saving work in Christ that reminds us we that we don't have to do anything to prove our worthiness. When we begin to shift our focus, we make room for the Spirit of God to breathe freely in us, renewing our lives. Talk about really getting away. The good news is that Jesus gives permission for all of us who can be distracted, frantic people to sit down and eat our fill of God's word and promise. Then our hearts and minds really will be ready to put hands and feet into doing God's work.

God with us in the muddy water

After seemingly endless wickedly hot and dry days, it has felt like all of the energy has been sapped out of me, especially since I live in a house that has one air conditioned room. Today the blessed soaking rain came and many of my church type friends have been making baptism analogies. As life would have it I am in the middle of "unpacking" the Baptism of Jesus in the Jordan River as a part of the work those of us seeking approval for ordination must do. I could use a good splash in a cool stream. Part of me felt the sweltering heat of the wilderness in our weather. Which made me think about how when our self-created worlds are challenged we can see just how much we need God and what trust John the Baptizer lived out. Where all of the forces that are much bigger than us are much more clearly in view. Ways of being reminded that it is God and not I who is in charge.
And I was forced to slow down, and contemplate what was critical because it was so hot. More time to think and less time to just get caught up in doing. I realized that the best thing to do was to get out of the heat in the middle of the day- so each day I picked a place to go and a person to meet to share time with. Catching up with what God was up to in other peoples' lives. Sometimes a long time passes from when we see each other til the next time. Sometimes so long we almost forget we'd been waiting to get together.
In the gospel of Matthew, we begin to hear how prophecy is being fulfilled. We hear about Jesus' family tree, we hear echoes of the prophet Isaiah-"I have taken you by the hand and kept you; I have given you as a covenant to the people, a light to the nations, to open the eyes that are blind, to bring out the prisoners from the dungeon, from the prison those who sit in darkness...and the coastlands wait for his teaching... new things I now declare; before they spring forth, I tell you of them." It had been a long dry and dusty time for the people who waited.
Jesus was born and some began to proclaim him "messiah" and "king of the Jews" and "Emmanuel- God with us" but then after those early years, people waited in silence until now when he is 30 and he shows up, not at the temple, not with the people who one would expect, but exactly where people are longing and waiting, at the coastline, at the edge of the river.
As I watched our grass scorch and the ground become parched and dusty, I began to imagine all of those people who came from other places. People who perhaps already felt like they were in personal wildernesses, because they were living out on the edges of it all, not acceptable, not the ones a "God with us" would come to. Out into the wilderness they traveled to the Jordan, a river which was and is one of the only regular water sources that does not evaporate in the hot arid seasons of the region. So I think it would stand to reason that by the time people got to the Jordan, they were sweaty and dirty.
There at the Jordan, John was found, at a popular crossing point for travelers. A popular place to cross because it was shallow, only a couple of feet, maybe waist-high. So there at the Jordan, people and animals were regularly plunging themselves into the couple feet of water. With all of that splashing, of travelers and of those who were being baptized, its's not likely that the water remained crystal clear. Certainly not like the specially purified water tucked away in the temple for people who had to cleaned up to be cleaned up.
It probably was more like the way it was when my cousin and I used to head down the dirt road in rural North Carolina, and then through the brush, to get to our "swimming place." We put our dirty sweaty selves in and splashed and stirred up all of the silt on the bottom of the creek so "seeing underwater" was not possible soon after we arrived. We used to try to get out of taking baths those days, because we were "already in the water" but yet later we would see that we really brought alot of the creek back home with us.
Sometimes we imagine Jesus showing up at the Jordan and it is this pristine moment where his robe is lily white and his hair is perfectly coiffed and the water is pure and still. But I like to think that when he got to the edge of the river, his hot, dusty feet experienced the squish of the cool mud between his toes. And that when he came up quickly out of the water, all of the dirt of all of those baptized before him that day, got stirred up.
That in that moment, before God speaks those words "this is my Son,the beloved" we have already seen the one who has sought us out and has gotten into our dirty water and stood with us. That the first moment of Jesus' ministry in the gospel of Matthew comes in this demonstration of what it really means that Jesus is "God with us." God, there in the river, in that moment, standing with all of us in the river, and that each droplet of water that clung to him had some little part of our dirt that he took on, for us. This is God, the God who will continue to reveal what it means to be "with us." All the way to the cross, so that in our baptism, whether we are "sprinkled" or dunked, that when we come up out of the water, it is little drops of God clinging to us, that we take with us. And we hear God call us "beloved."

Lots of Change

It is now almost a month since LC#1 graduated from high school. There was a whirlwind of activity starting with prom, spring concerts and culminating events. I have blogged briefly before about her challenges with learning disabilities. This praise is long overdue. In the last year or so we have witnessed a transformation as she has come into her own and begin to stake a real claim to her own identity. She wants to study social work, and completed a wonderful career internship in a geriatric care facility with grace and responsibility and true empathy for a population she once said she could not relate to. She was formed in music by wonderful teachers, and by Lutheran Summer Music where she learned to embrace music as a core part of her identity, both for herself and how she shares her joy quietly but fervently with others. She worked diligently as a musician and with tears in my eyes we cheered her on as she was given an award for excellence in musicianship by a music educator who encouraged her, and a senior award. To see her march in with those who had the greatest grade point averages and be recognized for her talent was incomparable. In the end she chose a college where she can both pursue her major and music as a non-major.
I have watched her come out of her shell at times to challenge others prophetically and watched her demonstrate empathy that comes from experience. She is a little less quiet and a little more self-assured. And in a month an ten days she will go to college, armed with a roommate she knows and a willingness to connect with music, her profession and campus ministry. What more could one ask for than to send her off beyond the nest? I can celebrate the God who made her just as she is and who stood by us when we wondered what that would mean.
(OK that is easier to say than do, but I WILL not helicopter!)
It is now two and half weeks since I said "so long, farewell" to my internship parish. I do not like goodbyes, especially not where I could have just as soon stayed! Hence the trip to NOLA. The advantage of internship in your back yard is ease of convenience. The disadvantage is we're all still in the same county. I have tried hard to encourage the necessary break. Hence the trip to NOLA. Reading an obituary of someone I provided pastoral care to is a twinge.
Still unpacking that last day. The tears at the godspeed. The standing ovation for my sermon which took my breath away. And the fact that a 95 year old parishioner who I think I have on three or maybe four occasions commended as death seemed imminent, the last occurring the day of his wife's funeral, got up, and dressed and came with his son and walker in tow, to hear my last sermon. A man with whom I have had the most significant ethical, eschatological, sacramental conversations, stand at the foot of the cross conversations-which is to say, he has forever marked my faith journey by what he taught me probably far more than anything I could offer him. He came to say goodbye and godspeed. I can celebrate that God who redeems us, who shows us through others just what that means and who reminds us who proclaim that we proclaim not only for others but for ourselves that forgiveness and grace and community.
It is now two weeks since I sent LC#1 off with LC#2 to explore and revel in a trip as sisters to Fiji, New Zealand and Australia. With the wonder that is Facebook I have heard a couple times some snippet of their experience. A preview of the empty nest. After all, in the fall LC#2 is a junior and we prepare again. Who knows how the Spirit will be at work?
Somehow in the midst of all of this I am to write essays for the church and baptism and the Lord's Supper. We can all say many things about these topics, and I sure I will over 20 pages. And the process which will unfold regarding my discernment, and hopefully call and ordination. Only God knows where the path leads, yet somehow in the end it comes down to those breathless moments of relationships and how God is connected to us and sends others into our midst in ways that shape us irrevocably. Moments where we can rejoice, moments where we cry bittersweet tears and where we stand in awe.

Back From the Big Easy

I am just back from New Orleans.
I did not "officially" go as a voluntourist. Instead I went as a tourist to a region that is starved for our support of one of its most viable industries, post Katrina and post-BP scare-tourism.Don't forget them. NOLA is the town that needs all of the little towns and they need NOLA. I went to stay full freight and eat in restaurants that still serve clean seafood. BTW, to enjoy the first vacation that was not about transporting our teenaged children since starting seminary- they are in the South Pacific. That may be another blog.I've much to say about my internship ending but I actually am more compelled to talk about NOLA.
Pictures are posted here under my photos. I feel it imperative to debunk myths.First, one that shocked me more than anything else, one I heard at my exercise class as I pondered the viability of my upper arms in sleeveless tops- "What difference does it make? It is a city that is nothing but fat black people with their hands out." This statement made by a "well-educated" person was like a cold hard slap in the face. For the record, while there are "fat lazy people" everywhere of all stripes, they are not unique to NOLA, nor are they the norm. I met wonderful, diverse people who long to be in a world not in peril, who fear and mourn the loss of culture and way of life and yet are vibrant and joyful. And for the record, are not those so-called "misfits" to the extent they exist, the people we are called to care for and lift up? I think Jesus said so. Second NOLA and its coast are still free (pending Hurricane Alex) of the effects of oil= beautiful shrimp, crawfish are to be had. And for those who imagine NOLA on the coast= it is 100 miles upstream. While we are at it- there is outstanding art, jazz bursting forth and a teaming array of people who desire us to remember them and come to share with them.
Thirdthe remnants of Katrina are not gone, but there is much to support and celebrate here. As people feel their very cultural context threatened can we not do more than just mourn it's loss? My husband and I found a wonderful B & B which you can see HERE We had a wonderful stay and found many ways to appreciate the tapestry that is NOLA. So, in short, as we all contemplate what it means to live out mission, let us not forget that sometimes there are work trips and sometimes there are times to help our brothers and sisters celebrate who they are, where they are. Celebrate with St Augustine that has defied an order to close post-Katrina. Celebrate with the musicians and artists who long for you to see their life's work. Come y'all.

People of the Trinity

This Friday I will preach for the last time to the Friday worship/Bible study group at Holy Trinity. One of many goodbyes.

JOHN 16:7-15.
Nevertheless I tell you the truth: it is to your advantage that I go away, for if I do not go away, the Advocate will not come to you. And when he comes, he will prove the world wrong about sin and righteousness and judgment: about sin, because they do not believe in me; about righteousness, because I am going to the Father and you will see me no longer; about judgment, because the ruler of this world has been condemned. I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now. When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth; for he will not speak on his own, but will speak whatever he hears, and he will announce to you the things that are to come. He will glorify me, because he will take what is mine and announce it to you. All that the Father has is mine. For this reason I said that he will take what is mine and announce it to you.

A few years ago, there was a popular song on the radio that my daughters listened to called “Closing Time.” The song was about being at the bar when it was about to close and being told it’s time to move on. You might wonder just where I am going with that, but it’s the refrain that I want to share- “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. Which pretty much sums up what we hear in today’s gospel. We hear of the work of the persons of the Holy Trinity as Jesus is saying goodbye. Fitting words for us as we gather at the end of the Friday worship season until the fall and as this is my last time to gather with you here and proclaim God’s word and truth in your midst. Just like Jesus knew the time for farewell would happen, so too did I, though I confess it always seemed farther away than it is. There are many things I could say- so I hope you are comfortable…As I thought of having to preach this “goodbye” I was reminded of my time growing up at church camp.

Each summer I used to go to church camp for a couple weeks. That first year I didn’t know a single person and I was a little worried. Over two weeks, total strangers bonded by sharing cabin space, arguing over who would kill the giant daddy long leg spiders in the bathroom, setting and clearing the tables. We shared songs, ghost stories, mosquito bites and games around the campfire as we tried to light the marshmallows on sticks on fire and then blow it out just at the right time- perfectly black and crunchy on the outside and gooey on the inside- just before that point when they melted off of the stick and fell into the flames. After all of that and Bible study where people shared deep personal experiences, we were convinced that this had been the best two weeks ever and these were the best people ever and nothing could ever top what we had shared! We had the best camp that had ever been or could ever be. We hugged and cried and we swore it could never be as good as this again unless those same people came back for the same weeks next year.

My experiences at church camp are one of the factors in my falling love with God, and even though I doubted, every year at camp was different and every year was good.
In our opening verse we hear Jesus tell the disciples-“it is to your advantage I go away.” He is not saying here that he wants to leave, that he’s glad this gig is up. Instead, he’s speaking words of comfort and assurance that the end of what they have experienced is really just the beginning of another new thing. That God is not done and that if he doesn’t leave that next thing cannot happen. So too for us- it is time for the movement of the Spirit in your lives and in mine.

But hear again that God isn’t done, but instead through the Advocate, the Spirit is going to continue to be at work in ways we can’t fathom. And that work is to announce and glorify God. Verse 8 tells us that the Advocate’s role is to announce and convince the world of sin(fulness), righteousness, and judgment. I want to focus on that notion of sinfulness for a minute.

Sin(fulness) in the Gospel of John is centered in unbelief. John speaks of Jesus’ death and resurrection as conquering, “the ruler of the world.” That ruler tells us that we need to hold onto things because there may never be anything as good as this again. This is the seed of doubt and of unbelief that can have power over us- Sometimes we can’t see that God can and will continue to do great things out of love, and that Jesus who revealed this love, renders this force of doubt powerless over us. But it is the work of the Spirit that allows for Jesus’ words to continue to speak to us. There are many things left to be spoken, but God knows we need to hear them over time and in different ways.

When we gather here we refer to ourselves as people of Trinity, but in reality we are and are called to be people of THE Trinity. The ongoing work of the Spirit of truth will continue Jesus’ revelatory word and work of the Father. And WE are called to believe. This is how we are people of THE Trinity.

Which brings me to my last point which involves a little bit of a grammar lesson. One last Bible geek moment. Our lesson for today is full of verbs that are in the future tense. One Biblical scholar noted that there are nine future tense verbs in 16:13-15, which define the revealing and continuing work of the Spirit of truth. “When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth; for he will not speak on his own authority, but whatever he will hear he will speak, and he will announce to you the things that are to come” (16:13).. “He will glorify me, for he will receive/take what is mine, and he will announce it to you” (16:14). “All that the Father has is mine; therefore I said that he receives what is mine, and he will announce it to you” (16:15). Lots of announcing and lots of talk about the future.

Our God is calling us into the future, to continue to be people of THE Trinity. The Spirit will continue to guide this community in that which will be heard, spoken, and announced here and in the broader community. Martin Luther spoke of the church as the mouth of God. That the work of the Spirit is announcing or proclaiming the word of God. This is how the Spirit works judgment and faith in our lives. And this work has a purpose. That like the Spirit, we announce God. We are called to announce the living word of God through which the Holy Spirit works God’s mighty work of faith, calls people to repentance and calls us into a living community where in faith we proclaim God’s Son as Lord and Savior.

Over our months together, you proclaimed God’s words and truth to me and to each other. We found a way to live together hoping that our future would be a good one. And it has been. But now, I must go to make room for the new work of God’s Spirit in my life and what God has in store for me in my path toward ordained ministry. And so that here in your midst a new voice can be heard, and new community experienced and God’s new future can be announced.

Brothers and Sisters of the Trinity, as we give thanks for how we have seen God at work, may we believe and announce to the world that God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, still has much to say to and through each of us.
Amen.

Sin Tears Us Apart But I Keep Praying

Each week during Lent, I have been leading a mid-day contemplative prayer service on Wednesdays in our chapel. Tomorrow we will have a Wednesday of Holy Week service which I thought I would share.


As you listen to our reading from Psalm 69, contemplate Jesus in prayer as he looks to what is to come. As he sees the path he must take.

Contemplate your own actions- is there anywhere in these words, where you see yourself?
As we contemplate what Jesus will ask of His disciples, we also contemplate verse 13 of our Psalm-“But I keep praying to you, Lord.”
Each portion will begin with singing “Stay with Me” twice.

Stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray, watch and pray…
1 Save me, O God,
for the floodwaters are up to my neck.
2 Deeper and deeper I sink into the mire;
I can’t find a foothold.
I am in deep water,
and the floods overwhelm me.
But I Keep Praying To You, LORD.
Stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray, watch and pray…
7 For I endure insults for your sake;
humiliation is written all over my face.
8 Even my own brothers pretend they don’t know me;
they treat me like a stranger.
But I Keep Praying To You, Lord.
Stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray, watch and pray…
9 Passion for your house has consumed me,
and the insults of those who insult you have fallen on me.
10 When I weep and fast,
they scoff at me.
11 When I dress in burlap to show sorrow,
they make fun of me.
12 I am the favorite topic of town gossip,
and all the drunks sing about me.
13 BUT I KEEP PRAYING TO YOU, LORD.

14 Rescue me from the mud;
don’t let me sink any deeper!
Save me from those who hate me,
and pull me from these deep waters.
15 Don’t let the floods overwhelm me,
or the deep waters swallow me,
or the pit of death devour me.
Stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray, watch and pray.
18 Come and redeem me;
free me from my enemies.
19 You know of my shame, scorn, and disgrace.
You see all that my enemies are doing.
20 Their insults have broken my heart,
and I am in despair.
But I keep praying to you, Lord.
Stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray, watch and pray.

If only one person would show some pity;
if only one would turn and comfort me.
21 But instead, they give me poison[a] for food;
they offer me sour wine for my thirst.
22 Let the bountiful table set before them become a snare
and their prosperity become a trap.[b]

BUT I KEEP PRAYING TO YOU, LORD.
29 I am suffering and in pain.
Rescue me, O God, by your saving power.

Silent contemplation

As we conclude, let us contemplate repentance for those things which came to mind as we listened to the Psalm and prayed.

Sin tears at the very fabric of God’s arrangement for creation.
(The worshippers will listen as a large muslin sheet is torn into strips)

Perhaps sometimes we do not hear or feel it, but other times we ourselves feel the tearing effects of sin.
(More tearing)

You are invited to come forward and take strips of the torn fabric and tie them to the cross.

Ponder each strip as representing what you lay before the Christ’s cross in repentance.

After a period of reflective silence, we will pray the Lord's Prayer and depart in silence.