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"Calm in the Midst of the Storm" --Mark 4:35-41-- June 24, 2012

"Calm in the Midst of the Storm" --Mark 4:35-41-- June 24, 2012

After a week like this, with the heat and a school year that seems never to end, many people’s thoughts turn to the seaside, to visions of a house by the water, where the breezes blow and where watching the waves roll in is meditative and calming. Moving up the beach as the tide rolls in is about as much work as anyone has inclination to do.

In contrast to that, of course, is this other image of the sea which we encounter in today’s gospel reading. Here, one of the common, sudden, violent storms comes up on the Sea of Galilee and threatens to swamp and even overturn the boat which the disciples are desperately trying to maneuver and in which Jesus is sleeping in the back.

It’s a story that’s found in some version in all four gospels, so there is obviously "something so vital" (Kate Huey, Weekly Seeds, 6/24/12) in it that the early Christian community thought the gospel would be incomplete without it. Still, it’s problematic. Are we to take it literally? Are we to believe that Jesus was able to calm the wind and waves with a word? Or, if we can’t swallow that, must we simply dismiss it as unbelievable?

"A storm at sea," writes one interpreter, "is the most expressive sense of chaos that sea-faring people know. There is literally nothing stable to grasp when one’s entire ship is engulfed in wind and waves. Anything that might offer stability–like a large stone cropping out of the sea–is a threat more than a help in this kind of trouble. Truly, everything is in flux." (D. Mark Davis, Left Behind and Loving It, 6/18/12) The sea, in Biblical terms, represented the overwhelming forces of chaos, introduced in the very first verse of Genesis, when "the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep [the te home], while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters." That’s chaos.

"In Jewish tradition," writes another, "only God can still the raging sea." (Alyce McKenzie, Patheos, Edgy Exegesis, 6/14/12) So, the disciples’ question, "Who then is this that even the wind and the sea obey him?" is really the central question and point of this story.

"Whenever I feel out of control," one woman writes, "I clean out my car. I...vacuum...the floor mats of my car, my Dirt Devil making all the crumbs and miscellaneous debris disappear. I clear... out all the dry cleaner receipts and spare change out of the middle console and wipe...down the dash with a damp cloth. I have a full tank and a clean car. Within that little world, there is order..." (Alyce McKenzie, ibid.) I, personally, tend to clean the bathroom, but you may have your own personal go-to plan for dealing with chaos.

"Mayhem is Coming" is the All-State Insurance Company’s most recent ad campaign, featuring actor Dean Winter as "Mayhem," crashing your car, distracting your dog while the thieves sack your house, all those unexpected and disastrous things that can happen in daily life. Aren’t you glad you’ve got All-State? the reassuring voice asks.

Mark’s community certainly knew what chaos felt like, with the Roman Empire upending any sense of security or predictability, with knocks on the door at night and arrests of Christians at the least sign of trouble. "Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?" may have crossed their minds far beyond that night out on the Sea of Galilee, as even now, some 30 years later, they felt "storm-tossed, facing persecution, and feeling small against powerful and unfriendly forces." (Huey, op cit.) There was no "all-state" or "all-empire" insurance then.

Maybe you’ve felt the same way–storm-tossed by bills that keep coming, overwhelmed by the loss of your usual moorings, the loss of loved ones or health or job or independence or abilities or home. "Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?" "A storm at sea," as one writer points out, "is perfectly illustrative of a situation when it seems that all our possible moorings are far away and we are helpless against the elements." (Davis, op cit.)

Then, "[Jesus] woke up and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, ‘Peace! Be still!’" or, as my favorite translation says, "Avast, ye scurvy elements!" "Then the wind ceased, and there was a dead calm. He said to them, ‘Why are you afraid? Have you still no faith?’" They didn’t know which they were more afraid of then–the wind and the waves or this man who could sleep through the storm and then wake up and still it. "Who the heck (or worse) is this?" they asked, invoking perhaps something of a curse for protection. "They were afraid [Alyce McKenzie writes] because Jesus is, as poet Mary Oliver has written,

tender and luminous and demanding

as he always was–

a thousand times more frightening

than the killer sea.(Ibid.)

Who then is this?!

Courage is fear that has said its prayers, someone has said. "Why are you afraid?" Jesus asked them. "Have you still no faith?" But can we not be afraid and faithful? There are certainly some things that should make us afraid–after all, we’re hard-wired to respond to fear, with adrenaline, to fight or flee, but Quaker author Parker Palmer "believes that fear is a contemporary cultural trait at work in every area of our common life" (Mitzi Minor, The Power of Mark’s Story, p. 68)– the politics of fear, the economy of fear, religions of fear. "Fear, says Palmer, has become the very air we breathe." (Ibid.) "Full catastrophe living" is the way Jon Kabat-Zinn describes it, overloading our biological systems of dealing with fear and stress.

The disciples were "filled with great awe" (or greatly a-feared, as one translator puts it [Davis]) "and said to one another, ‘Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?’" This is a different kind of fear, the fear of the Lord, as the Bible puts it, perhaps a fear that, as Kathleen Norris suggests, we have lost. "There is much fear of fear itself in the contemporary landscape," she says. "We’ve lost the ancient sense of fear as reverence and wonder and so ‘are left with only the negative connotations of the word.’" (cited in Minor, p. 78) In the presence of the Divine our ragged edges are exposed. We become aware of how we might still need to change or grow, and change, like chaos, is a scary thing.

But we have choices with what we do with our fear, which we will all face. That is the real power of the story of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, when he was "distressed and agitated," that is, afraid of what was to come next. One choice was self-preservation, the other choice was self-transcendence. "One choice is surely safer and easier," writes one commentator, "But it is limiting. The other choice is frightening, but involves being part of what God is doing in the world." (Minor, p. 82)

"Who is this, then, that even the wind and sea obey him?" Who is this, indeed! Did you notice that little phrase toward the beginning of this story, when the disciples took Jesus with them in the boat, "just as he was"? What does that mean? Exhausted? Not dressed in the usual sea-faring clothes? "They took him just as he was."

And then Jesus fell asleep in the back of the boat, on a cushion, no less, oblivious apparently to the storm raging around them. Or maybe he was "just as he was," at peace with the way things were, just as they were. There is an utter "ok-ness" about Jesus, a profound trust that "all will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of things shall be well," as Julian of Norwich wrote in the 12th c. "Courage is fear that has said its prayers." I know for myself that when I fell particularly grounded, when I’ve been on retreat, perhaps, is when I really notice it–I am so much less fearful. The usual traffic or travel or whatever typical worries do not set off all the alarms and buttons that they so often do. "They took him, just as he was,...and he fell asleep in the back of the boat, on a cushion."

Crossing the sea that night was Jesus’ idea. "On that day, when evening had come, he said to them, ‘Let us go across to the other side.’" What those of us who don’t know our geography well miss in that suggestion is that on the other side of the lake or Sea of Galilee was Gentile territory. At the end of the journey, even if it had been a smooth passage, was otherness, people "not like us." And that’s scary too.

Vermont author Frederick Buechner, as usual, responds to this fearful journey across to the Other with great insight and wisdom for us –

Go

[he says]... Go for God’s sake, and for your own sake too, and for the world’s sake. Climb into your little tub of a boat and keep going. [Christ will be with us.] Christ sleeps in the deepest selves of all of us, and...in whatever way we can call on him as the fishermen did in their boar to come awake within us and to give us courage, to give us hope, to show us, each one, our way. May he be with us especially when the winds go mad and the waves fun wild, as they will for all of us before we’re done, so that even in their midst we may find peace, find him. (Secrets in the Dark, cited in Huey, op cit.)

Christ is present, maybe even asleep, in the deepest selves of all of us. Call on him. Embrace him. Travel with him.

May these words be hope and courage and even peace for us for the living of these days.

Amen.

 

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark

 
Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Wed., June 20, 2012–One week left until vacation (but who’s counting?!). Actually, one week left until we leave to prepare for Russ Clark’s memorial service in Potsdam, NY and the committal of his and June’s ashes in the family cemetery plot in Governeur, NY. It will be good to be together as a family and to have that bit of closure.

THEN vacation. On a day like today, when it’s hot and muggy, it’s hard not to declare a vacation, a time out from all but the essential. We don’t do that very often, at least I don’t. Even our days off are filled with "to do’s," so much so that we try to squeeze so much in, we’re often exhausted by the end of our days off! So much for rest, renewal, re-creation, let alone Sabbath. We Christians have a lot to learn from our Jewish brothers and sisters, who take Sabbath seriously, or rather, joyously. Can you even imagine spending a whole day with your family and loved ones, eating slowly and only what had been prepared or purchased beforehand, not running around to appointments or sports events or shopping, remembering that all that we are and have comes from God? Noticing the flowers, the cloud formations, having unhurried conversations with family and friends, not checking the e-mail or Facebook, keeping the tv off? Wow! What on earth would we do?! Breathe in, breathe out. Wouldn’t our minds go crazy with all that space? Probably, at least at the beginning. Breathe in, breathe out. Wouldn’t our bodies get "twitchy," without racing around? Probably, but there are walks to take or bike rides (leisurely) to enjoy. Breathe in, breathe out.

Of course, I also know there are others for whom the days already drag on and on, but renewal and re-creation don’t exactly describe them. It’s more like loneliness, or boredom, or dealing with pain. Breathe in, breathe out. We can still turn our attention to God, who is present in all places, in all situations, in all times. Might God still be able to recreate us when we’re old, or alone, or sad, or under-used? I believe so. We just have to be open to what that re-creation might look like or feel like.

Breathe in, breathe out. It sounds so simple. We do it without even thinking. But every now and then, think about it. Notice it. See how much you can breathe in and notice the pause before the exhale. What is in that emptiness? Then breathe out, completely, more than you think is still left in your lungs. Experience that emptiness. Then see how much breath/Spirit/wind enters you to give you life again.

On vacation or in the midst of work. In school or out. Alone or in the midst of crowd. Breathe in, breathe out. It’s a gift from God.
"Seeds of the New Creation"-- Mark 4:26-34, 2 Corinthians 5:14-17--
June 17, 2012

"Seeds of the New Creation"-- Mark 4:26-34, 2 Corinthians 5:14-17-- June 17, 2012

If you were to have the "birds and bees" lecture from an adult living in Biblical times, it might go something like this–"Well, the male plants his seed in a female, and then the seed grows inside the female, who keeps it warm and safe, until it’s time for the baby to be born. Now, have you gotten your chores finished?"

It was thought that the mother only provided the incubator for the father’s seed, so the father was literally "life-giving." You can see why God would have been called "Father," the Creator and Source of our lives. In an agricultural society like the one Jesus grew up in, stories about seeds would be a natural way to talk about God, for his hearers would have observed how seeds are sown, what conditions they grow best in, how many obstacles there are to bearing fruit, as well as how miraculous that so many seeds yield such an abundant harvest.

So, here in the 4th chapter of Mark, we have several stories about seeds–"Listen! [Jesus says] A sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seed fell on the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Others fell on rocky ground with no depth of soil, and it withered and died. Other seed fell among thorns, which choked the young plants. Other seed fell into good soil, and it yielded 30 and 60 and 100-fold. Isn’t that amazing?..." Or, "the kingdom of God is as if someone would scatter seed on the ground and would sleep night and day, and nonetheless the seed sprouted and grew–isn’t that amazing?–and he harvested the full grain." "He also said, ‘With what can we compare the kingdom of God, or what parable will we use for it? It is like a mustard seed, which when sown upon the ground, is the smallest of all the seeds on earth; yet when it is sown it grows up and becomes the greatest of all shrubs, and puts forth large branches, so that the birds of the air and make nests in its shade." Isn’t that amazing?

For a community faced with all sorts of perils and oppression, the image of even the tiniest seed surviving and flourishing and multiplying was good news indeed. "You are God seeds," Jesus told them. This is how you will grow and flourish. And we probably need to let go of our typical images of gardening, of carefully planting seeds in rows and pretty fenced-off places. Seed was sown by throwing it out in extravagant movements. Some absolutely would fall on rocks or amongst thorns or on pathways, so thank God there was abundance in each of the seeds that fell on good soil.

And the mustard seed was not planted in carefully labelled herb gardens. John Dominic Crossan explains that mustard was "something you would want in only small and carefully controlled doses–if you could control it." (Cited by David Lose in Working Preacher.com, 6/17/12) Mustard was more like kudzu, that weed that literally takes over everything in its path down south.

"With what can we compare the kingdom of God? [Jesus asked] It is like mustard seed, that not only grows into great shrubs where birds can make their nests, but it gets into everything, takes over everywhere, is way beyond your control."

The kingdom of God is not something you can control. It’s not safe if, as one writer puts it, "if we’re even minimally satisfied with the way things are." [David Lose, ibid.] And the kingdom of God is not really even a place, a geographical territory like we think of other "kingdoms." A better translation for that word might be the reign of God, or really the "reigning" of God. It’s not a static thing, but rather, dynamic. "God is a verb," as pioneering feminist theologian Mary Daly said. Think of God as a verb, not a noun, not a name.

We might even think of seeds as verbs, or at least of pure potential energy for change, rather than a contained, static thing. "The kingdom of God [or, the reigning of God] is as if someone would scatter seed on the ground, and would sleep and rise night and day, and the seed would sprout and grow, he does not know how. The earth produces of itself....until the grain is ripe." Transformation, change, is built into the universe, Jesus said. It’s a given.

Some seed sprouts into ripe grain, able to nourish us, other seeds, like the mustard seed, turn everything upside down, providing shelter for some creatures but upending our carefully designed plans and lives. The reigning of God is like that, Jesus said. You can’t control it–isn’t that a relief?!–but it can push us off our couches and out of our recliners to get with the program, to be part of that life-changing, world-changing energy. "Changing lives since 1836" our t-shirts say. That’s only impressive or appealing if you’re open to having your life changed. If you’re totally satisfied with your life, if there’s no room for improvement, or if you think the world is just fine the way it is, then who needs to be part of "changing lives"?

"But if you’re not satisfied," as one writer puts it, "if you can imagine something more than the status quo of scarcity and fear and limited justice and all the rest we’re regularly offered, then maybe Jesus saying that God’s kingdom is infiltrating the kingdom of the world offers a word of hope, a hope that will entice, prod or poke you into working toward the vision of the kingdom of God he proclaims." (David Lose, ibid.)

In the movie Hunger Games, (though not in the book upon which it’s based), the diabolical President Snow asks his chief Game-maker in charge of making the Hunger Games a spectacle that are as entertaining as they are barbaric, why there has to be a winner. The answer is hope. Maybe if the odds are in their favor, the tributes of the various districts will be able to escape poverty and servitude; and so they enter into the games, throw themselves into them, in the hope of winning a better life for themselves and their families. "But for that very reason, such hope is as perilous for a dictator as it is useful. ‘A little hope,’ the Game-maker tells the President, ‘is effective; a lot of hope is dangerous.’" (cited in Lose, ibid.)

"With what shall we compare the kingdom of God, the reigning of God...It is like a mustard seed, which, when sown upon the ground, is the smallest of all the seeds on earth; yet when it is sown it grows up and becomes the greatest of all shrubs, the most invasive of all species..."

"If anyone is in Christ," Paul wrote to the Corinthians, not only is that one changed, but "there is a new creation: everything old has passed away; see, everything has become new!" Godseeds have been scattered and sown all over the world, barely noticeable yet in some places, in others already providing shelter and shape for the new creation, all of them working their life-changing, world-changing work already. What are you the possibility of? as the Landmark seminar asks. "I am the possibility of love, valor, and compassion," one man discovered. "I am the possibility of beautifully made marimba cases," another one of our friends discerned, and so changed his life work. What are you the possibility of? What are we the possibility of? What kind of community might we yet become? What kind of mustard seed effect might we have on our community or the world?

"Where do you picture God?" the children of Godly play have been asking this year, as we heard and saw last week. It’s another great question to ask–Where do you picture God? Where do you see God being present in the world and in your life? Where is the kingdom of God, or the reigning of God, already coming and in our midst?

At their meeting this past Tuesday evening, the Board of Deacons decided to issue the challenge, the invitation, the assignment, if you will, to our whole congregation to take pictures, write poems, draw or paint, think of or create music that, like the children of Godly Play, portrays where you picture God. Summer is as good a season as any to take on that assignment, so keep your eyes and ears and heart open. We’d love to have an exhibit and create a worship service around these "pictures" in the fall.

"If anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation: everything old has passed away; see, everything has become new!" "The kingdom of God is like a mustard seed, which, when sown upon the ground, is the smallest of all the seeds on earth; yet when it is sown it grows up and becomes the greatest of all shrubs, and puts forth large branches, so that the birds of the air can make nests in its shade."

There’s a bowl of mustard seeds on the table in the back of the sanctuary. I invite you to take one, or if you’re really brave, a couple, with you today and keep it as a reminder throughout the summer. You can put it on a piece of tape, if you’d like, for "safe" keeping, but know that it’s not "safe." The kingdom of God, the reigning of God, is like that mustard seed, able to grow and transform your life and even the whole world. Where do you picture God? What are you the possibility of?

 

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
We are connected

We are connected

June 13, 2012–Two weekends ago I attended the Annual Meeting of the Vermont Conference of the United Church of Christ, held at Vermont Technical College in Randolph, VT. I’ve been going to Vermont Conference Annual Meetings almost every year since I came to Bennington 17 years ago, so now I’m one of the "old ones." When you’re new to a conference, just about every face is new to you. Then, as you become active in conference activities and have been around awhile, there are lots and lots of familiar faces. Now I find that there are fewer familiar faces, as my colleagues move on or retire, but still, I look forward to Annual Meeting to meet up with old friends, soak up the energy of new pastors and delegates, and observe the changes that have taken place over the years.

This year I was especially moved by the Conference preacher, the Rev. Da Vita McCallister, who’s the Associate Conference Minister for Youth and Young Adult Ministries in the Connecticut Conference. She referred to herself as a "BaptaPentacostalMethal of Christ," explaining that she had been raised Baptist, discovered Pentecostalism, became Methodist, and finally found her true home in the United Church of Christ. I loved her fire and humor and insight, calling us to the joy that comes through and after lamentation.

Music for the conference was provided by Oikos, a wonderful jazz quartet led by the Rev. Cliff Aerie (who looks an awful lot like Paul Winter). Not only did they infuse energy and color into the hymns, but also loosened up our all-too-stiff New England bodies. I even got to sing with the Conference Choir and Oikos for the final worship service, which was a treat for me.

This year’s schedule was contracted into a day and a half, so the usual "Conference family" celebrations–of retirements, new pastors, ordinations, deaths-- took place on the overhead screen. Still, I was moved to see the names and pictures of friends and loved ones lifted up, and none more so than that of my brother Bob, who retired last year and died 9 months later. I found myself feeling his absence deeply, as Annual Meeting was one of the few times in the year we would catch up with and be with each other. Grief is, indeed, a journey.

Annual Meeting renewed and confirmed "the ties that bind" for me, reminding me of the wider church of which we are a part and without which we would be so much less effective and faithful. None of us can do this on our own, but each of us has our own unique place in the Reign of God, which is both coming and now is upon us. We are all connected.
Toy Box, Book Shelf and Gifts delivered!

Toy Box, Book Shelf and Gifts delivered!

Most of our youth group is under the age requirement to work on Habitat sites.  However, our group still wanted to help.  Back in March we used our Potato Brunch fund raiser to raise money to purchase both a bookcase and toybox for the Habitat family who would move into the new Manchester house later in the spring.

Andrea Lampron, our resident carpentry expert, helped the youth group by scouting out the best deals.  She had Manchester Woodcraft build the bookcase and she found a put together toy box to assemble.

Once the furniture was sanded, stained and varnished and/or painted, the youth went shopping to buy some items for each child to fill their new furniture.  Once these tasks were completed, arrangements were made and furniture was delivered on Sunday, June 3rd!

Great job everyone!

 

One enkindled spirit...

One enkindled spirit...

Wednesday, June 5, 2012–  William H. Danforth wrote, "One enkindled spirit can set hundreds on fire." I can think of no more enkindled spirit than that of my beloved father-in-law, Russell Clark, who died this past Sunday morning at home, surrounded, as he was his whole life, by loved ones, enkindled spirits all. My brother- and sister-in-law were beside him, another sister-in-law out in the garden cutting luminous yellow irises, yet another sister-in-law just moments away in her car. Russ’ son Bruce, my beloved, was at that moment beginning worship here on my behalf, at the same time Russ had begun worship on countless Sunday mornings.

Russell had served United Methodist Churches in northern and central New York for over 40 years "officially," and many more years after he retired, supply-preaching, doing weddings, funerals and baptisms. In places few people outside the area would know–like Oriskany Falls, Deansboro, and Pulaski, NY–and in places which are perhaps more widely known, like Watertown, Corning, and Potsdam, NY–Russ brought his enkindling spirit with both intellect and wisdom, passion and studiousness, expansiveness and appreciation for the humble people and things of life.

Born on a farm in Nowhere, Northern New York, into a family that wrote love letters in Latin verse, Russ went to Colgate University and then on to Boston University School of Theology, putting himself through school on his intellectual and musical abilities. He became a Methodist minister, falling into it as much as being "called" into it, as his father and grandfather and maybe great-grandfather had been Methodist ministers. He would have made a wonderful doctor or professor or anything else he chose to do, but he healed and taught through his ministry.

I honestly believe no one who heard Russell Clark preach remained unchanged. "I’ve never heard a preacher like that," people would say, or "I’ve never had so much fun in church," or "I will never forget that sermon about..." I daresay Russ enkindled thousands of spirits.

The real enkindling fire in Russ’ life was the Love which he experienced in his family–his life partner and sweetheart June, his five children, eleven grandchildren, and four-plus great-grandchildren, not to mention all of us "out-laws," as those of privileged to marry into the family like to call ourselves. Each one felt special. Each one knew we were unconditionally loved by him.

We have had the rare privilege of saying good-bye to Russ over these past months when we knew that his cancer would someday overwhelm his body, though never his spirit. It has been a heart-breakingly sweet time. So now we must let him go, knowing that, really, he is now part of that greater Presence. With Dag Hammerskjold we say, "For all that has been, Thank You. For all that will be, Yes."

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