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Sunday, November 18, 2012

A Sermon Preached November 18, 2012 Proper 28 B

by the Rev. Frances A. Hills, Rector

Now for the first time, the deep stillness of the place laid a clammy hand upon the spirits of the children. Becky said, “Why, I didn’t notice, but it seems ever so long since I heard any of the others.”

(Tom Sawyer replied,) “Come to think, Becky, we are away down below them…”

Becky grew apprehensive, “I wonder how long we’ve been down here, Tom? We better start back.”

“Yes, I reckon we better…”

“Can you find the way, Tom? It’s all a mixed up crookedness to me.”

And so in this memorable scene
          When a system leaps

          Mark Twain captures
                   Our human fascination with caves,
          And even more fascinating,
                   Being lost in a cave!
Lots of stories use this theme…
          Someone discovers a dark opening
                   In a forest, a cellar or a wardrobe
                   And they enter out of curiosity…
They lose track of time.
          Someone almost slips over an edge,
                   Or makes a wrong turn.
Their candle goes out,
          A bat flies by,
                   A scream…
Then, they realize—
          THEY ARE LOST.
And the light and order
          They’d known just moments before
                   Have become darkness and chaos…
In today’s Gospel,
Jesus warns of the Chaos at the End Time,
          “When you hear of wars and rumors
          of wars, do not be alarmed; this must take
          place, but the end is still to come. For
          nation will rise against nation and kingdom
against kingdom; there will be earthquakes
in various places; there will be famines.”
We don’t know when the End Time is,
          But we do know about Darkness & Chaos. 
In a less dramatic form,
We know something of chaos & darkness
          Simply because of the season change:
It’s late November,
          In the Northern Hemisphere.
Back in March
          The daylight began to expand,
                   And by midsummer,
                   Sunshine became our element.

Then, as fall arrived,
          Our hours of sunshine have decreased;
Now darkness seems
          To encroach on ever side—
Sometimes threatening
          To extinguish our candles.

And then there’s the darkness
That may have fallen on us
When, after a childhood
          That may have seemed like a picnic,
We discovered the party was over,
          And anxiety became our companion.
At that time, or perhaps before,
          If our childhood was not a picnic,
We learned to stay alert,
          To fear the ridicule of others,
                   And to worry about our mistakes,
                             And all manner of things
                                      We can’t control. 
We learned to survive as best we could
          And in the process,
We learned things like
          Aggression, Blaming,
                   Scapegoating,
                             Deception and
                                      Passively lying low…
That’s what we see others do,
So that’s what we do.
These are human “survival tools”
          We develop over time;
However, they can come to enshroud us—
          Become like a dark cave
                   For our spirits and souls.
And, if they dampen us too much,
          We experience our lives
                   As dark chaos,
“A mixed up crookedness”


We may wonder
          If we’ll ever find our way out of the cave.
Obviously the same kinds of things
          Can happen at a societal level:
Any of us who remember Sept. 11, 2001,
          Can testify how
The orderly way we thought things were
          Was suddenly plunged into chaos:
We got a new department
In the government, “Homeland Security”.
And wars in Afghanistan and Iraq began.  Financial crises came along and besiege us.
Then it seems like more and more
Hurricanes, Tsunamis, poverty, AIDS,
                    Floods and fires ravish the earth.
Over time our major political parties
Have forgotten how to work together,
          And seem to exist
          In a ugly power struggle
          That’s driven by greed and power,
          NOT the common good. . .
Hopefully, with the threat
Of the financial “cliff”
Staring us in the face,
We will see this political situation change.  
Close to home,
People are still recovering from tornados
And Storms Irene and now Sandy.
A headline in yesterday’s Eagle
          Said “Israel’s heart under attack”
(The story was about how, for the first time,
Hamas aimed its rockets
At the Holy City Jerusalem.)
And when we find our society
          In these dark, chaotic caves,
We also adopt societal survival tools,
          Like blaming and scapegoating,
          That, if used over long periods of time,
          Dampen our communal souls & spirits.

Some Good News…
Scientists who work with Chaos Theory
          Say Chaos may not be
                   As bad as we’ve thought.
They suggest a new appreciation
          Of the relationship between
                   Order and Chaos.
They understand these two forces
          As mirror images—
                   The one contains the other.
So, there is a process

                   Into Chaos and Unpredictability,
The state of Chaos is contained
    In well-ordered and predictable boundaries.
‘Don’t know about you,
          But that’s a comfort to me
                    As we live in the transitional chaos
          Of saying goodbye to one bishop
And welcoming another.
Of saying goodbye to Charles and Jane
And trying to imagine
A new music ministry
For Grace Church.
Of simultaneously celebrating
St. James’ 250 Years
While letting go of
The separate identities
Of Sts. James and George
And become Grace Church!
Founding Members and Friends of Grace…
Take heart!
Those involved in the New Science
          Think living systems
                   Have a great capacity
                             To respond to disorder
                             With renewed life: New Life!
So disorder can play a critical role
          In giving birth
                   To new, higher forms of order;
And, for Chaos Theorists,
          It takes both the Order and the Chaos—
                   The Light and the Dark—
                             To bring wholeness.
Perhaps these theories from the New Science
          Can help us see in new ways  
Our personal, church, natural,
And social times
                             Of dark Chaos… 
When “It’s all a mixed up crookedness,

Perhaps darkness can be a place
          Of mystery, depth, adventure
                   And joyful expectation…
          In addition to being a place of fear.

I’m certainly experiencing all of this
          As we are in the labor of transition
                   For birthing Grace!

Like any new child,
She will need all of us in her family =
          Her foundational members and friends
To be there for her and each other.
And she will need
Our wholehearted financial support
To assure a healthy beginning.
As we sign the Parish Register
And turn in our pledge cards today,
Let’s embrace this time of unknowing/ birthing  
With a spirit of mystery, depth, adventure
                   And joyful expectation!
Another way to think
          Of times of transition and uncertainty,
                   (Besides Chaos Theory)
Is to think of the rhythms
Of the Church Year, and we can see:
    God won’t leave us in the dark cave forever!
Indeed, over the coming weeks,
          The Spirit of the Annunciation =
That Word to Mary
                   That she would bring God’s Son
                             Into the world…
The Spirit of the Annunciation
         Can guide us from where we are, Through the season of Advent,
          Into the joy of Christmas,
Then into the light of the Epiphany,
                             The day and season
                             When we follow a Star and Celebrate
                   How God’s light and Good News
                   Are meant to be carried
                             To all people in all the world.

Epiphany (Jan. 6) will be our first official Sunday
As Grace Church! It will be our feast day!
So how appropriate is the church calendar
For the days ahead:

We’ll go through the dark mystery of Advent
          And the labor pains of transition,   
          Because we know we are helping bring
                   Grace Church into the world!
We know God
Will focus our vision for this church
          At Christmas
By birthing his Son, who is
The way, the truth, and the life.
This is the Son who shows us
          We are God’s beloved children.
          We do not need to be afraid.  
We do not need to have power struggles.
          Because he is the Child and Lord
                   Of love, peace, and unity
                             For all the world to see.
And this is the Son
          Whose Star shows us our mission…
Spreading God’s love, peace, and unity
          Throughout the world.
As the church seasons continue after Epiphany,
          Through Lent to prepare us
                   To experience the ultimate example:
We’ll go from
          The Chaos and Darkness of Good Friday
          Into the Order and Light of Easter morning

IT TAKES BOTH DARKNESS AND LIGHT
          FOR WHOLENESS AND NEW LIFE.

“Shh! (Tom said) Did you hear that?” Both held their breath and listened. There was a sound like the faintest, far-off shout…
“It’s them!” said Tom, “they’re coming!”
When Tom emerged from the cave,
          He pushed his head and shoulders
                   Through a small hole
And saw the broad Mississippi River
          Rolling by…
                   But it wasn’t just the Mississippi:
What he saw—
          And what all of us will see
                   When we finally emerge
From our personal, societal, and churchy
Caves of anxiety
                    (And all that goes with them)         
What we’ll see is
          The Face of a Holy Child,
          A Star that leads us forward,
          The Faces of our neighbors as friends,
                   A Tomb that’s empty,
                             And the Promise of New Life.
                                                                 Amen.  

A Letter from TP (10-years-old) to the Church at Crissey Farm

(Read by the writer at the service on November 18, 2012)

Dear Friends of the soon-to-be Grace Church,

My family has been attending St. James for three years. It means a lot to me!

I really love to know that when I enter the Sunday school room, I will be greeted with Dindy’s smiles, then stories. She brings the Bible stories to life in ways children will understand.

I also love seeing Francie in her fancy robes, her welcoming face, and hearing her soft words every Sunday.

I love that Charles gives my brother a chance to sing solos. I also like his enthusiasm with music. We will miss him very much but I know that what he has given to St. James Church will live on in the music of Grace.

It is important to realize that God is always with you. And I am reminded of that every Sunday here at church. I think we should all work together to make the world a better place where God’s love is felt by everyone. And to this, I pledge my help.

Thank you, choir, for your music; thank you, Francie, for your ministry; and thank you all for being a part of this one extended family, so to speak.

Thank you!

Sunday, November 11, 2012

The Shape of Love's Presence

A sermon preached by Lee Cheek, Lay Preacher, 

@ Crissey Farm, Great Barrington 11-11-12

 

I don’t know about you, but John and I are thoroughly enjoying the new series on PBS Sunday evenings: “Call the Midwife.”  The series is based on the memoirs of Jennifer Lee Worth, a nurse trained for service in post-war London as a mid-wife deployed by the newly implemented National Health Service.  She and several other young women served the slums of the East End of London, where they were headquartered in an Anglican Convent whose sisters also served as midwives. 

Among the series’ delights is the voice-over in each episode spoken by Vanessa Redgrave who portrays Worth’s older, wiser self as she looks back on her life.  In the tone of her voice, you can hear her heart scouring her memories for the Presence of Love in the messiness of her life and in the lives the families she served.


I haven’t read Worth’s memoirs yet, but in the televised series, Worth is unflinchingly and graciously honest about how flawed we human beings are.  She is also honest about the  surprise of Love in  unpromising situations as well as the sad, tragic consequences  when Love is temporarily shut out.



The same could be said about the writings we Christians call our “Bible” comprised of the Hebrew Bible and the New Testament writings. They are memoirs, too.   They, too, are unflinching memoirs of flawed human beings and their 2000 years of being surprised by The Presence of Love in their messy and unpromising circumstances and the tragedy of what happened when they tried to shut Love out.  

The Book of Ruth is one such story of the Mysterious Presence of Love in an unpromising situation.  This morning we heard excerpts from the second half of the story.  Since we missed the first half last week when we used the readings for All Saints, I’ll catch you up a bit. 

Naomi, her husband Elimelech, and their two sons flee famine in their native Judah to work and live in the fields of Moab, an alien land on the other side of the Dead Sea. 
After some years there, her husband dies. Then a few years later both her sons die, leaving their two Moabite wives, Orpah and Ruth, to live with Naomi.  When Naomi hears there is food again in Judah, the three childless widows hit the road for Bethlehem, Naomi’s hometown. 

There are many clues that this story may be an allegory of the exiled Israelites returning to Jerusalem from Babylon, but we are immediately drawn into a story of disaster for these vulnerable women, who have no men to protect them and provide for them.  The three childless widows are the sole remnants of a family.  

Widows are very much on the mind of the Markan memoirist in our Gospel reading this morning.  Upon hearing this comparison of indigent widows and well-positioned elitists who are able to legally rob them of their money, no contemporary of Mark’s community could have failed to recall the numerous condemnations in Jeremiah and Deuteronomy of those who take advantage of resident aliens, orphans, and widows. 

And if we read further in Mark, we cannot fail to see that this comparison immediately precedes what is known as the Markan Apocalypse, Jesus’ description of the end times which includes the destruction of the Second Temple.  I leave you to reflect on this as our nation’s leaders are re-working federal taxation policies and determining budget priorities.

But back to Ruth. Let me say how grateful I am to my circle of Jewish friends for all the many recommendations of commentary on this amazing Book of Ruth.*  I was greatly enriched by this study and eventually had the peculiar experience of the book “reading me” –telling me something about myself. 

Though God never “acts” in the book of Ruth, we sense that God—The Presence of Love—is very present.  For me Ruth is a master class in how to listen for the Presence of Love in my life and in the lives of others.

Naomi manages to dissuade Orpah from leaving her own people in Moab, but Ruth clings to her. Sticks by her side.  We can feel how The Presence of the God of Love, clings to Naomi and will not let this suffering, embittered woman go anywhere alone.  


Dear One!  Do not press me to leave you or to turn back from following you!  Where you go, I will go; where you lodge, I will lodge.  Where you die, I will die.  


Imagine that this is the voice of Love speaking to you.  You, personally, in all your vulnerability, your weakness, your lack of funds, your lack of shelter, your lack of dignity, your lack of success.  I say to you that I can hardly bear that Love would speak to me thus. But I know it to be true.  Love has stuck by me even in my arrogance, my hubris, my vengefulness, my greediness, my bitterness and my resentment.  


As in Exodus, when God speaks to Moses, Love sees  a possibility in an unpromising situation, with a precarious future, and says, 


        I will be with you.


Ted [Cobden], in his beautiful “epistle” to us this morning alludes to this Presence of Love that would move two dying embers closer together so they may re-ignite.  The Presence of Love sees the possibility and a future when we can’t, and has no plans for leaving the hearth untended.


Naomi and Ruth arrive in Bethlehem. While Naomi professes her bitterness of what she believes is God’s harsh treatment of her, Ruth, the Love bearer,  unhurriedly and uncomplainingly goes to work gathering up the left-over grain as permitted for those in need.  In an act of generous benevolence, hesed, Boaz, the owner of the field, grants special protections to the alien Ruth who is unknown to him.

Thus Naomi is abundantly fed by  Love’s steady harvest of the field’s left-overs.  That’s just the way Love is.  It simply makes do with anything that is left lying around!

Nourished by the food of Love, Naomi revives and sees an opportunity for Ruth’s future.  She sends her to lie down beside Boaz who is asleep on the threshing floor, guarding the threshed wheat.  It is no surprise here that the threshing floor is a both a place of illicit sexual relations and a place of theophanies, appearances of God.  

As instructed by Naomi, Ruth-Love, lies at his “feet”(a euphemism for genitals) until he wakes and asks, trembling, “Who are you?”   She answers in Love’s singular way, confidently yet modestly:  “I AM Ruth your servant.  May you spread your cloak over your servant, for you are a redeemer.”  
 
You know, the Presence of Love waits for us like this:  Gently, quietly, confidently at rest next to the most vulnerable parts of us, which are paradoxically the most fertile places in us for new life.   Love waits for us to wake up so She can say:


I Am Thine.  Marry ME!   We will make Something from Nothing together.



This is how Love speaks to us, enticing us to give ourselves away.  Love desires, as did Ruth, to gently decant the generosity, the benevolence, the hesed, we didn’t know we had in us. 
 

We also see in this story that the Presence of Love does not take “no” for an answer.  Neither does Love recognize things being closed off or shut down.  And the Presence of Love is not boastful or arrogant, nor unkind to us.  Love waits patiently by our side, never leaving us, for however long it takes for us to recover from our losses. Think of the flooded Taft Farm fields last year and the trucks full of vegetables that have been sent from it  to New York City this year! 

So Ruth and Boaz marry and conceive.  Love delights in this!  Imagine—a family from a pair of childless widows!  Grace Church from two homeless congregations!  A renewed fire from dying embers! 

May we awaken each day on the threshing floor of our lives to the devoted Presence of Love who, mysteriously confident in us, whispers to our trembling surprise,


            I am Thine.  Marry ME.  We will make Something from Nothing together.



AMEN.
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* A group of Jewish and Christian scripture students in South Berkshire County, MA, met for several months this year to begin reading together the Jewish Annotated New Testament (Oxford). They recommended to me the following books which I found very helpful preparing this sermon on Ruth:  Reading the Women of the Bible (Frymer-Kensky. Schocken, 2002); Reading Ruth (ed. Kates and Reimer. Ballentine, 1994); Certain People of the Book (Samuel. Knopf, 1955).  I am also indebted to James Alison and his monumental new education series soon to be released, The Forgiving Victim: An Induction into Christian Vulnerability. http://forgivingvictim.com/




Epistle to the People of Grace Church from the Rev. Ted Cobden

Dear friends of St. George and and St. James now gathered together in Christ as Grace Church.
As the days shorten and winter descends upon us, I often enjoy an evening before the fireplace. I gaze into the warming flames and let my mind roam on pleasant memories and imaginings. As the time passes the logs burn down into pieces and fall apart into charred embers.

To restore the fire, I take some of the larger pieces and place them together. Then the flames begin to start up again. It’s ready for new wood. Soon the fire is restored.

I see this as a metaphor of our life together. In the course of our long lives, each of us as St. James and St. George experienced circumstances which used up our resources. We were nearly exhausted. But God found a wonderful way to place us together and we reignited. We are given new life. The Holy Spirit is breathing anew in us. The new flames are Grace Church.

Now as stewards of the Church we are responsible for adding new fuel, new resources to the fire, to the life of the congregation. Each of us brings new energy to the mission of the church. The energy of imagination, prayer, commitment, faith and hope. The energy of time and abilities to rekindle our outreach and care of others. We add to the light and warmth of our mission by giving our financial support. A percentage of our income.

God invites us to do our best to let the warm love and light of Christ shine forth with renewed vigor. May God richly bless us as we radiate anew as Grace Church.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

An Epistle from Martha Platt to the Church at Crissey Farm

I think we are all very thankful that we suffered no harm last Monday during the hurricane.

Since coming to worship at Crissey Farm, we have become more of a church family. Now we are wondering what God wants us to do. What did Jesus tell his disciples to do? He did not say “go out and build church buildings,” he said, “Help the poor, visit the sick, and spread the Gospel”. The Gospel is the good news that Jesus was the Messiah; he came down from heaven to teach people how to live a good and happy life right here on earth; he came to forgive us all our selfish, sinful deeds, if we are sorry, and he promises eternal life to all who believe in him.

Now we can support all kinds of charities that help the poor. We can visit the sick, but for many reasons, many people do not like to discuss religion.
We must find new ways to spread the Gospel. Perhaps the first thing to do is try to live the Christian Life ourselves and try to influence others to do the same. Sometimes we have the opportunity to share our faith and hope with others in difficult times. We are called to be missionaries!