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"Pushed to the Limit"- Luke 4: 21-30-- Jan. 31, 2016

"Pushed to the Limit"- Luke 4: 21-30-- Jan. 31, 2016

Last week on "Galilean Diaries," also known as The Gospel of Luke, we saw Jesus having returned from 40 days and nights in the wilderness, where he was tested by Satan before he could begin his public ministry. Jesus was "filled with the power of the Spirit," we were told, and word of his presence, his power, and his wisdom spread throughout the Galilean villages and towns. When he came to his home town of Nazareth one Sabbath, he went to the synagogue, as was his custom, and the native son was given the honor of reading the scripture of the day– the one from the prophet Isaiah which talks about Jubilee–"good news to the poor, release for the captives, sight for the blind, freedom for the oppressed, the year of the Lord’s favor." As he handed the scroll back to the attendant, he said to them, "Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing."

Now in today’s installment, as the theme music for Galilean Diaries comes up, we sense a pregnant hush over those who had gathered. They look at Jesus, "his jeans loose from 6 weeks without eating [as Lutheran preacher Nadia Bolz Weber imagines him]...His face thin, but bright. He holds himself without apology, inhabiting his own unique shape in the world so completely that it almost creates a space around him for all of us to relax into un-self-consciousness and we sink out of our heads and into our bodies." ["If Jesus Was Your Preacher," Sarcastic Lutheran, Jan. 31, 2016] "All spoke well of him," Luke tells us, "and were amazed at the gracious words that came from his mouth. They said, ‘Is not this Joseph’s son?’"

"Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing," he said. Bolz Weber wonders what it would be like if Jesus had walked into our sanctuary to read scripture and be the preacher of the day. Let’s listen in–

...when he opens his mouth to speak, [Nadia imagines] it’s as though there is something both common and melodic about his voice. A voice that is as familiar as the sound of our own heartbeats. A song we had forgotten and yet still know by heart. Maybe, just maybe, [she says] our Lord would say something like,

The Spirit of the Lord has anointed him to bring good news to the poor.

-to bring gifts of fine wine and rich food to those who exist only on McDonalds and Funions because it’s the only food in walking distance from their decrepit neighborhoods

-The Spirit of the Lord has anointed him to forgive all your student loans.

- to bring living water to the people of Flint Michigan and Rwanda and Haiti

- to tell the bank janitors that the CEO has distributed all their own pay raises and bonuses and stock options to them

-to look the Dow Jones in the eyes and laugh

-to dismantle our system of profits at the expense of people

-to restore the dignity of the 99% AND to restore the dignity of the 1%

- to endow us with a sense of worth that has nothing to do with bank accounts and status

"Because the Spirit of the Lord had sent him to bring good news to the poor.

I imagine Jesus standing here [Nadia says] and saying that The Spirit of the Lord has sent him to release to the captives

to free the addicts from the needle and the bottle and the laptop

- to remove the feeling of worthlessness from the depressed

-to bring rest to the sleep-deprived parents of babies

- to free those wrongly imprisoned by a justice system so often lacking in actual justice

- to take away the profit making system of the US prison industrial complex

- to remove all desire for the kind of cheap goods that only can come from child labor

- to give a sense of belonging to the alienated

- to forgive the sinner

- to save us from having to prove ourselves

- to remove all resentments from those who can’t let go of the past... (ibid.)

"Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing." How wonderful! What’s not to like? Wouldn’t that be good news for us?

Maybe it was too good to be true. Maybe the crowd in the synagogue in Nazareth was tired of promises made and not being taken seriously. Maybe, as Richard Swanson suggests, they thought Jesus may have been "trifling with hopes that had lived for so many years" and had died for so many different reasons. (Cited by Kate Huey in Sermonseeds, 1/31/16) You can only dangle hope in front of people for so long. And so they became angry with Jesus, almost threw him over the cliff.

Sounds a little like some campaign rallies in our country. Voters are angry, we are told, tired of too many unfulfilled promises, angry and tired of all this so-called prosperity going to other people. Angry because they see their values being trampled upon, angry because the changes that are coming all too quickly seem to be leaving them behind. Jesus leaves out "the day of the Lord’s vengeance" from the Isaiah reading, and both that Nazarean crowd and many American crowds are anxious to hear just that–it’s time for God to kick some proverbial "butt."

It was the Gentiles–the Romans and all the other pagans in their midst–that many first-century Jews saw as their enemies and God’s enemies, and here was Jesus reminding them of stories within their own tradition–in their own scriptures-- where God seemed to go out of the divine way to bless the Gentiles–to save the widow in Sidon and to heal a Syrian general of leprosy. "Anger and violence," the great preacher Fred Craddock said, "are the last defense of those who are made to face the truth embedded in their own tradition." [cited by Huey, op cit.]

So Jesus, bless his heart, ignores all the advice and wisdom told to new preachers at their first pastorate– just listen first, don’t come in determined to slaughter all the sacred cows in your first sermon. Instead, he reminds his congregation that God can bless whomever God chooses to bless–even those people you can’t stand--, and brings up the year of Jubilee, when all debts are forgiven, land is returned to its original owner, which, by the way, is God, and slaves are freed; in other words, he talks about money.

Biblical scholar Walter Brueggemann is "incensed by our need to be reassured that Jubilee was actually never practiced and by our own resistance to what Jubilee would accomplish." [says Huey, op cit.]. Jubilee, says Brueggemann, "is the most difficult, most demanding, most outrageous demand of Biblical faith, because it flies in the face of our deep practices of accumulation and our intense yearning to have ours and keep ours and make it grow." [Inscribing the Text, cited in Huey]

Even though the bible addresses the subject of money and possessions and how they are all to be used in the service of God and the common good over 2000 times, we are not supposed to talk about money in church, right? It makes everyone squirm. But, as someone once said to a previous presidential candidate, "It’s the economy," isn’t it? that is at the heart of people’s discontent and anger– the growing gap between the haves and have nots, or, really, between the 99% and the 1%?

It is true here in our community, whether or not it’s as blatant in our congregation as elsewhere. People–especially young people–are more and more hopeless, as they see no prospect for jobs, as they live in substandard housing, as their bodies and minds decay from lack of adequate nutrition and healthcare, and so they numb the pain and the hopelessness with any number of substances–alcohol, pills, heroin. Biblical economics actually addresses this, as Brueggemann suggests–

You cannot have a viable, peaceable, safe, urban community when deep poverty must live alongside huge wealth, when high privilege is visible alongside endless disadvantage in health and housing and education. You can have some inequities, but the inequities must be curbed by a practice of neighborliness that knows every day that rich and poor, haves and have-nots, are in it together and must find ways of being together as neighbors in common." [op cit.]

As Martin Luther King said, "We may have all come in different ships, but we’re in the same

boat now."

For all our small town closeness, I wonder about our practices of neighborliness. It came up in our community discussion on Martin Luther King Day, how we really don’t talk to our neighbors, let alone know them. I’m wondering if the faith communities might facilitate neighborhood gatherings where people are simply invited, not to worship with us, but just to come together in our facilities to get to know one another. Our Sun and Fun Day, for example, would be a wonderful opportunity to invite the neighbors.

When Jesus’ neighbors heard him, "all in the synagogue were filled with rage. They got up, drove him out of the town, and led him to the brow of the hill on which their town was built, so that they might hurl him off the cliff." Talk about blessing our enemies and our money and what is and isn’t ours will get you thrown out of town if you’re lucky, off a cliff if you’re not.

How would we react if Jesus were our preacher today, as Nadia Bolz Weber suggests, if he came preaching forgiveness of sins and student loans, bank CEO bonuses distributed among their janitors, if he came preaching release from addictions and hopelessness and resentments of the past; if he came proclaiming relief from depression and lead- and poison-tainted water systems, if he came naming all the things that we have secretly been bound up by and thinking there would never be release? If he sat here among us, "without apology, inhabiting his own unique shape in the world so completely that it almost creates a space around him for all of us to relax into un-self-consciousness, [so that]we sink out of our heads and into our bodies," could we receive this not as one more false, naive promise but as the possibility of fulfillment?

He offers this fulfillment today not with the wave of a magic wand, or spitting into the dirt and scribing some cryptic symbol, or even promising that he will do all of this for us, if we simply vote for him. This scripture is fulfilled because the Divine working through and often inspite of human beings is able to create us anew. This scripture is fulfilled when we enter into that Christ-space, take on the "mind of Christ," as Paul writes, and see the world, our lives, as God sees them. Make no mistake–there is great resistance to this fulfillment. The powers that be, sometimes our neighbors, even our family, we ourselves, are heavily invested in keeping things–in keeping us–just the way things–and we–are. There are cliffs and edges and envelopes and comfort zones to be pushed off and out of all over the place.

"But [Jesus] passed through the midst of them and went on his way." It is that way– Jesus’ way–that we too must follow. So that, even in us, this scripture might be fulfilled.

Amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Fulfilled Today"-- Nehemiah 8:1-3, 5-6,8-10, Luke 4:14-21-- Jan. 24,
2016

"Fulfilled Today"-- Nehemiah 8:1-3, 5-6,8-10, Luke 4:14-21-- Jan. 24, 2016

Sermon January 24 "Fulfilled Today" For many different reasons I’m glad I don’t live in Iowa or New Hampshire. I cannot imagine the barrage of phone calls, tv and radio ads, let alone door-to-door canvassers that have invaded these two states as the first Presidential primaries draw near. I remind myself, as tired as I am of the daily stream of reports from the campaign trail, that this is nothing compared with what the people of Iowa and New Hampshire are going through, let alone the reporters assigned to each of the campaigns, listening to the same stump speeches over and over each day.

Considering the consequences of this process, it’s alarming to realize what a circus it can sometimes resemble. I don’t know that any nation has a better system for choosing their leaders–some are far worse-- but given the fact that the winner of this contest will be arguably the most powerful person in the world, I do wonder every now and then if we know what we’re doing.

Listen to this translation of an ancient hymn describing those who can be trusted with

power. It’s Stephen Mitchell’s translation of Psalm 15–

Who Can Be Trusted?

Lord, who can be trusted with power,
and who may act in your place?
Those with a passion for justice,
who speak the truth from their hearts;
who have let go of selfish interests
and grown beyond their own lives;
who see the wretched as their family
and the poor as their flesh and blood.
They alone are impartial
and worthy of the people’s trust.
Their compassion lights up the whole earth,
and their kindness endures forever.
Stephen Mitchell, Source: A Book of Psalms

Do any of the current candidates come to mind?

Now listen to the platform, or inaugural address, of Jesus as he returned fresh from the wilderness and was asked to read and interpret scripture in his home synagogue in Nazareth–

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor." ....Then he began to say to them, "Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing."

Some who were present would have noticed that he left out the last part of that final verse–"to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God." With all the injustice and humiliation we have to endure, many first century Jews thought, isn’t it time for God to demand vengeance? With our perceived loss of power to control world events, with so many people still unable to find work that allows them to live as they’d like, with so many immigrants and non-whites quickly becoming a majority, isn’t it time for someone like us to take charge, demands the Tea Party and others?

To the poorest of the poor, however, like many of those who lived in Nazareth, this passage from the prophet Isaiah would be music to their ears. Here was a reminder of the Jubilee year–which was supposed to take place every 50 years, though it’s unclear whether it ever actually did–Jubilee, when all debts would be forgiven, when land would be returned to the people, all slaves would be freed–a clear reminder that nobody owned the land, that it was a gift from God, that they were bound together with one another. The promise of Jubilee was also seen as a corrective for the way that human beings get things out of whack, as Kate Huey says, (sermonseeds, 1/24/16), so that before you know it, somebody has too much while others don’t have enough. Kinda like the way things are right now.

The Jubilee year and its corrective, as well as all the ways described for living justly and peaceably together and with God, would have been contained in the reading of the law which Ezra read to the people for the first time since they had returned from exile. The people wept when they heard it, realizing how far they had wandered from the way God had set for them, and knowing the consequences of all that, but Ezra tells them not to grieve, "for the joy of the Lord is your strength," he tells them. God has given you this way to live so that you might know joy, so receive it, live it.

The question might surely be asked of us, "Have we lost our way from the course Jesus set in [his] inaugural address?" [Huey]: "good news for the poor, sight to the blind, release for the captives, freedom for the oppressed"? As we’ll see in the reading that follows for next week, Jesus’ neighbors at first received his teaching and message with astonishment-- "Today this has been fulfilled in your hearing." "Doesn’t he speak well?" Then denial–"Isn’t this just Joseph’s boy?"–and then offense.

Perhaps, suggests Anna Shirey, they had become used to the lack of fulfillment of the prophets’ promises and visions and had made peace with who they were. Perhaps they had become used to the way things were, living so long under Roman occupation, having no power over their land or livelihood or lives. "All they have to do," she writes, "is receive the message, release their old ideas of who they are, and live into God’s dream for them," but they can’t do it. Receiving, releasing, and living in trust are easy to say, hard to do. As we’ll see, his neighbors actually turn on Jesus.

I wonder if there isn’t something of that going on for us. Haven’t we come to assume that the visions of the prophets were just that–visions? Mirages? Dreams? When was the last time you saw a lion and a lamb lying down together, with the lamb lasting through dinner? Or in our own government, how often do Republicans and Democrats even sit down to lunch together? What good news has there been lately for the poor? Ask an African American male in our country about the captives going free. What liberation, other than death, is in store for the oppressed living in Syria?

Or what of our own dreams for our church as we gather today to take stock of where we are. How close are we to following Jesus’ platform? Can we make the bold claim that Isaiah’s dream, that Jesus’ dream, have been fulfilled in our hearing? Wouldn’t that take a miracle, or a savior, like a smart, young, new pastor maybe?

Diana Butler Bass says that "today"–as in, "Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing"–"is the most radical thing Jesus ever said." [Day1.org, 1/24/16] He didn’t say to his neighbors in Nazareth, "Just as our ancestors waited, so we wait for the day of the Lord..." He didn’t say, "Once you/we have repented, God will usher in the kingdom." He doesn’t say to us, "Once you get that new structure working, once you get rid of that deficit, once you get some more young families in here," you’ll be a successful church. A recent survey by the Public Religion Research group found that church-goers express high levels of nostalgia and anxiety– nostalgia being the shadow side of looking to the past and anxiety being the shadow side of looking only to the future. It’s too easy to lose today. Today this scripture–about good news for the poor, release for the captives, sight to the blind, the year of the Lord’s favor–Today this scripture is fulfilled. "‘Today’ places us in the midst of the sacred drama," Bass says, "remind-ing us that we are actors and agents in God’s desire for the world...It is a call to see more deeply, past the immediate sin, injustice, trials, and evils of human life to the profound reality of love and compassion upon which everything else truly rests: the love of God and neighbor."

Can we receive this message of good news? Can we really take it in? Can any of us receive that good news for ourselves–that those places within us where we perceive only poverty and lack and failure are already places where God is present with abundance? That our blindness–our short-sightedness–our bias–can be restored to sight? That we can be set free to be the full human beings God intends?

And, "What a stunning vocation for the church," Walter Brueggemann exclaims, " to stand free and hope-filled in a world gone fearful–and to think, imagine, dream, vision a future that God will yet enact." [cited by Huey, op cit.] Can we be filled with hope that is more than wishful thinking? "Old hopes are often domesticated hopes," Richard Swanson warns, and so we must careful not to limit our hopes to things like a full Sunday school and a balanced budget. "Today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing." Dare we believe that, or will we let all those reasons why it couldn’t possibly be fulfilled–statistics about declining membership rolls or deficit budgets and how non-religious Vermont is, our own fears of rocking the boat, our world-weariness that is resigned to the way things always have been and probably always will be, our own brokenness and uncertainty about what real healing and empowerment might look like for us as individuals, let alone the church–will we let all those things prevent us from embracing the good news and instead, like Jesus’ neighbors, become fearful and angry?

What if we brought all those reasons why today couldn’t possibly be a day of fulfilment into the light of day, maybe dared to share them with each other around our tables and see not only what fears we shared but also what hope and encouragement we might offer one another, what if we then offered them up in prayer and let God transform them? "The Spirit of the Lord is upon us," not waiting for someone else to come along, no other candidate, no new pastor, no savior to come along and save us. We are the ones we have been waiting for. Today this Scripture has been fulfilled. The kingdom of God is coming and now is. May it be so.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"So Much More"-- John 2:1-11-- Jan. 17, 2016

"So Much More"-- John 2:1-11-- Jan. 17, 2016

We are a culture of sound bytes and rapid images, of information technology and data. And so we have a tendency to dismiss stories as nice but useless, not nearly as important as scientific findings and reports; and, really, who has time to listen to stories? My father-in-law used to say that if you want the unvarnished truth, ask someone under 8 or over 80, precisely, by the way, the ones remaining who happen to love stories....because the "unvarnished truth" is more likely than not to be expressed best in a story. For all our cutting edge knowledge and information, the wisdom of the ages is still retained and passed on in stories.

An old tale from Eastern Europe is told about "the great wise man, the Bal Shem Tov."

The beloved Bal Shem Tov was dying and sent for his disciples. "I have acted as intermediary for you, and now when I am gone you must do this for yourselves. You know the place in the forest where I call to God? Stand there in that place and do the same. You know how to light the fire, and how to say the prayer. Do all of these and God will come."

After the Bal Shem Tov died, the first generation did exactly as he had instructed, and God always came. But by the second generation, the people had forgotten how to light the fire in the way the Bal Shem Tov had taught them. Nevertheless, they stood in the special place in the forest and they said the prayer, and God came.

By the third generation, the people had forgotten how to light the fire, and they had forgotten the place in the forest. But they spoke the prayer nevertheless, and God still came.

In the fourth generation, everyone had forgotten how to build the fire, and no one any longer knew just where in the forest one should stand, and finally, too, the prayer itself could not be recalled. But one person still remembered the story about it all, and told it aloud. And God still came. [Clarissa Pinkola Estes, The Gift of Story, pp. 1-3]

The Bible is a library full of books and stories. It was with a particular kind of story, the parable, that Jesus chose to teach almost exclusively–"he spoke to them only in parables," one of the gospels tells us–and, it could be said, Jesus’ whole life was a parable–a story that isn’t easily wrapped up and explained, but rather draws the listener in, engages you.

By the time John writes his gospel he may well have become one of those unvarnished truth-tellers over the age of 80. He is the only one of our gospel writers to tell the story of the wedding feast at Cana, and as he passed it along to the second and third generations of Jesus’ followers, it is quite possible that, like the story of the Bal Shem Tov, some of the details have been forgotten. Did Jesus’ mother really come to him in the midst of the wedding feast and tell him they had run out of wine? Was Jesus really that abrupt and dismissive of his mother–

"Woman, what is that to you or me?" Had they run out of wine because Jesus and his disciples were such heavy drinkers? It’s not overly helpful to get bogged down in those kinds of details.

But what of this story that tells the truth about the nature not just of a wedding feast but of reality? This story, set at a wedding feast, which was a Hebrew scripture image of the messianic age, this story describing the kingdom or the reign of God that is coming and now is, as Jesus says over and over in the Gospel of John, this story that describes how the Divine turns ordinary water into extraordinary wine, the stuff of our everyday lives–water, bread, work, play, sitting around tables for meals, making music, making love, walking in the woods, dying–all that "ordinary stuff" is transformed into extraordinary opportunities. God comes, if we remember only the story, or really, God is present. "The first of Jesus’ ‘signs,’" as John puts it–signs pointing to the glory of God.

And, of course, it is not just a goblet of water that is transformed into wine. It is 120 or 150 gallons of water that is transformed into the finest wine, not just the stuff that is often mixed with water and vinegar to stretch out a diminishing supply of wine. This is sheer abundance.

After the meal of the Passover seder, a song is sung called, "Dayenu." Day- day-yenu....

Dayenu means, roughly, "It would have been enough." The chorus of Dayenu is sung between the verses that retell God’s amazing deliverance of the people of Israel from slavery–"If He had brought us out of Egypt, and not carried out judgments against them, it would have been enough (dayenu)....If He had given us their wealth and not split the sea open, it would have been enough (dayenu)...If He had brought us through the sea on dry land, and not destroyed our oppressors...if He had supplied our needs in the desert for 40 years and not given us manna,... If He had given us manna and not given us the sabbath, If He had given us shabbat and not brought to Mt. Sinai, it would have been enough, dayenu. On it goes, down to, If He had brought us into the land of Israel and not built the Temple, it would have been enough, dayenu.

If Jesus had turned a glass of water into wine, we might say, it would have been enough. Surely that would have been enough to show that Jesus was a miracle worker, the Son of God, even. But that is not the point of this story. This is a story of a perceived scarcity, a potential humiliation, that in the presence of the Holy One, is seen and experienced as abundant and rich and sweet beyond belief. "The first of his signs," all of which point somehow in John’s Gospel to the crucifixion, where we see, John says, God’s "glory" manifested fully. It would have been enough for God to take on human flesh and live among us, disguised as an ordinary man, but then his true identity revealed before suffering and dying. There are plenty of stories like that–the King takes on pauper’s clothing and walks about the kingdom. Dayenu. It would have been enough. God walks among us. But God’s glory was shown in going with us all the way to and through death and suffering. We are not alone, we are not abandoned by God, when we or our loved ones go through that experience. It would have been enough. Dayenu. But God did not stop there. God’s glory was not contained by death. Jesus appeared to his followers after his death, he entered into their consciousness, his presence in the world was not limited by a human body–his or theirs–or by their memories or by all the details and words, the red-letter editions of what he had said or done. It would have been enough for this great man to have lived and died among us–dayenu–but God is still speaking, God is still working, God is still creating and bringing about justice, God is still living among us and dying our deaths with us, bearing our heartaches, suffering our pains and failures, experiencing humiliation and injustice alongside us. God is still holding us in strength and comfort, God is marching beside us for justice, God is still celebrating our love and our joy.

And in our day, we may have to arrive at the point where we can say, It would have been enough for God to have become embodied in the church. It would have been enough. But God’s notion of "enough" is far more abundant and wondrous than the limits of our imaginations.

This past week the British actor Alan Rickman, known to the latest generation by his role as Severus Snape in the Harry Potter movies, died. From all the tributes to Rickman from those who knew him, he was a generous, kind, gifted man, and in one of the postings about him, came this quotation from him "on the power of stories" – "The more we’re governed by ["idiots," was the term he used. We might give the benefit of the doubt to those in leadership positions, while acknowledging the appalling lack of ability to truly lead. At any rate, back to Rickman–] "The more we’re governed by idiots and have no control over our destinies, the more we need to tell stories to each other about who we are, where we came from, and what might be possible."

When we are told that there is not enough to go around, that programs that might help people imprisoned by poverty and generational despair are too expensive, that we must restrict access to the freedoms and dignity and privilege that most white people enjoy in this country, that there is only room here for people who look and believe like we do, then we must remember this story of the wedding at Cana, which tells of the abundance in which we live. When we look around us and see that our neighbors, perhaps we ourselves, do not have enough to eat, or a safe, decent place in which to live, that there is indeed a scarcity of jobs or opportunities, then we must put that scarcity narrative into the wider story of abundance, where there is enough for all but not enough for a small percentage to have too much. When we look at ourselves, and think that we are not "enough," that we are not worthy of being loved, because somehow there’s only a limited amount of love to go around and surely we’re not worthy of using up some of that, then we must remember this story of the wedding at Cana. We may have experienced love parcelled out in our families of origin, but God does not parcel out love. God pours out love and life from a well that never runs dry. We–even we–are beloved, just as every other child of God is beloved.

We may forget the place in the forest, we may forget how to get the fire started, we may forget the words of the prayer, but let us not forget the story of Jesus’ turning water poured into jars set aside to somehow "make us holy," turning that water into rich, delicious wine, for the celebration of love and life. When we are told that terror is what rules the world, that we must circle the wagons to keep "the others" out; when we are told there simply isn’t enough to go around; when we are told – by others, or when we tell ourselves– that we are not enough, remember and tell aloud this story of abundance. And God will come.

May it be so.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
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Sunday February 21 The journey into Lent continued this week at Second Congregational Church, UCC, as we considered the rocky mountains of Fear that surround us in our time. Rev. Mary Lee-Clark’s sermon, based on the readings from Psalm 27 and Luke 13, was entitled, “Whom Shall I Fear?”


Lent Theme– What comes to mind for you when you think of “wilderness”? What are “wilderness places,” either geographical or emotional? What do you need to get through those places/times?
Lenten Series: Christian Education will offer a four session series based on four of the segments of a DVD titled “The Jesus Fatwah: Love Your (Muslim) Neighbor” which was produced by the same people who gave us the valued “Living the Questions” program. The sessions are offered after worship on February 14, 21, 28, and March 6. The same sessions are offered Wednesday evenings at 7:00 on February 17, 24, and March 2, and 9. For more information and/or helpful handout, see David Durfee.


We are in the process of making a new Directory - If there are any changes, please let Rebekah know!


Tuesday, February 23rd the Administrative Council meets


In the Community: The kick-off February 15 to our Bennington 350.org Node Meeting grew out of discussions of Pope Francis' Encyclical: On Care for Our Common Home. Brittany Dunn, a Vermont 350 organizer, helped us decide what we want to do in the Bennington area to address issues around climate justice. Contact Barbara True-Weber for info.
"Through the Deep Waters" --Isaiah 43:1-7, Luke 3:15-17, 21-22 --Jan.
10, 2016

"Through the Deep Waters" --Isaiah 43:1-7, Luke 3:15-17, 21-22 --Jan. 10, 2016

The season of Epiphany begins with a journey–the journey of the magi to where the Christ Child was. Guided by a star, we are told, they ventured forth from the comforts of home and familiarity, across unforgiving deserts, away from seductive tyrants, and finally to the peasant home where they found the child and his mother. And there they knelt and presented him with the gifts they had brought–gold, frankincense, and myrrh–and then went home by another way.

"The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step," the ancient sage Lao-Tsu said, and so indeed do each of our journeys begin, however long they may be –with one step. A child’s first step is usually cause for great celebration, especially when, much to their surprise, it’s followed by another step. Then, almost always, comes "the fall," the sudden sitting down upon padded bottom, or the tumbling forward into a face plant. Luckily, the floor isn’t that far away.

We expect a child to fall–or fail–when learning to walk. In fact, it is in learning to get up again and again after a fall that we actually learn to walk–get a sense of balance, learn how big a step to take, how fast to go to keep up with our feet. It’s too bad we don’t keep that perspective on falling throughout our lives, letting fear of failure keep us from taking those first steps on any new paths of our journey–whether it’s stepping on to a little path to trying a new hairstyle or a new recipe, or a dirt road to a daily walk or maybe a run, maybe learning to play the piano, learning to ski, or learn a new skill, or something even more public, turning on to a main road, like volunteering to take on a new responsibility at work, let alone entering a new relationship or healing an old one, quitting a job you hate to start up your own business. "Learn to fail or fail to learn," is a wise saying to remember.

"When you pass through deep waters," God says through the prophet Isaiah, "I will be with you." We should notice how that promise begins–when you pass through deep waters... The assumption is, you will. "...and through the rivers...when you walk through fire...." There is no such thing as life without challenge, without risk, without failure, without heartache and grief. Just as we’re guaranteed to fall down when we’re learning to walk, so we are guaranteed to face disappointment, obstacles, pain, failure, illness, loss, and death. It’s a package deal–you want to be alive? You get the heartaches and struggles along with it. "Why me?" is a waste of breath.

"When you pass through deep waters, I will be with you," God says. "And through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior."

Baptism, it could be said, is the first step on this journey with God–or at least a first defining step. It is the moment when we affirm who we are and Whose we are, as we set out on this journey of life. Luke says that for Jesus it happened just after he was baptized that he heard the Voice from heaven telling him, "You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased." It was while Jesus was praying, Luke says, that "the heaven was opened, and the Holy Spirit descended upon [Jesus] in bodily form like a dove. And then the Voice.." "You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased."

Jesus would need to know that, have that imprinted on his heart, because the deep waters lay ahead, the fire-walking, the crowd-crushing, the whip-lashing, the nails pounding, the agony and betrayal all lay ahead. "I will be with you....they shall not overwhelm you...you will not be consumed."

So it is, without the feathers or the thunder, at our baptisms. We are claimed and named by God–"Do not fear, for I have redeemed you [God says to us]; I have called you by name, you are mine." In the book of the prophet Jeremiah, we are told that it is even before our birth, so, before our baptisms, that God says– "Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you; before you were born, I consecrated you." So we are really affirming that knowledge and that love when we are baptized. We seal that claim upon us with the sign of water and spirit. And, though we do not talk about it in the midst of our celebration, implicit in this sign of God’s love upon us is the knowledge that the deep waters, the fire, the heartache lie ahead. The watermark on our foreheads will not keep us from them, but it may help us go through them.

Susan Sparks writes that the further we go from birth and that primordial blessing of God upon us , the "more we tend to forget that blessing." Surely you have heard that little story about a young child sneaking up to his baby brother’s crib and whispering, "Quick. Tell me again about God. I’m already forgetting what He looks like." Maybe our parents weren’t into "blessing us," maybe they didn’t feel blessed themselves. Life beats us down, we face disappointment, failure, grief, until those essential words, ‘You are my beloved,’ "are muffled out. Our greatest blessing–[the bone-deep knowledge that we are loved]–goes missing...After that, [she says], it’s a slippery slope. Without the words of blessing in our ears, all we hear are the negative, critical voices of the world. We start to believe that we are not beloved, but unloved. And when we feel unloved, we become fearful. We lash out, we judge, we harm,..." [Odyssey Network, 1/4/16] We forget our human connection that we have with all of God’s other children.

Or, instead of remembering, knowing, hearing in some sense, that blessing voice of our original Beloved, we listen to other voices, who say they "love" us for other reasons–because we are "beautiful," they say, or powerful, or successful at any cost, or because we are useful. More and more we crave the accolades of the world which praise us for empty things, just like we crave potato chips, trying to satisfy our hunger, and we forget Who originally blessed us. All those other voices will abandon us in the deep waters and the fire. In the waters of baptism, which are deeper than we know, we find our true identity, including but also larger than our individual selves. "For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) [poet e.e.cummings wrote] It’s always our self we find in the sea."

So, for all of us who are on life’s journey–"whoever you are, wherever you are on life’s journey"–here is an Epiphany Blessing "for Those Who Have Far to Travel" by Jan Richardson–

If you could see/the journey whole/ you might never/undertake it; might never dare/ the first step/ that propels you/ from the place/ you have known/ toward the place/ you know not. Call it/ one of the mercies/ of the road: that we see it/ only by stages/ as it opens/ before us, /as it comes into/ our keeping/ step by/single step.

There is nothing/ for it/ but to go/ and by our going/ take the vows/ the pilgrim takes:

to be faithful to/the next step; to rely on more/ than the map/ to heed the signposts/ of intuition and dream; to follow the star/ that only you/ will recognize;

to keep an open eye/ for the wonders that/ attend the path; to press on/ beyond distractions/ beyond fatigue/ beyond what would/ tempt you/ from the way. There are vows/ that only you/ will know; the secret promises/ for your particular path/ and the new ones/ you will need to make/ when the road / is revealed/ by turns/ you could not/ have foreseen.

Keep them, break them, / make them again./ Each promise becomes/ part of the path; each choice creates/ the road/ that will take you/ to the place/ where at last/ you will kneel / to offer the gift/ most needed–the gift that only you/ can give–before turning to go/ home by/ another way. [from The Painted Prayerbook, and the VT Conference e-kit]

"You are my beloved Child; in you I am well pleased." "When you walk through the deep waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you... For I am the Lord your God, I have called you by name, you are mine."

May these words be hope and courage and strength for us for the living of these days. Amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
No-rehearsal Christmas Pageant

No-rehearsal Christmas Pageant

On Sunday morning December 20, the “No-rehearsal Christmas Pageant” had the old, old story told in rhyme, with volunteers from the congregation spontaneously getting up and getting costumed quickly ...as shepherds, angels, animals, and Mary and Joseph! The impromptu casting had the youth leader and the bell choir director as sheep, pastor as one of three angels, and a very young wise king asking Joseph why "she" was wearing a beard. Christmas carols sung by all the congregation provided the music for the pageant. During worship we also lit the fourth Advent candle, the Candle of Love. The Gospel Singers sang, “Mary, Mary” by Avery and Marsh. The service ended as we sang “Happy Birthday” to Jesus, and a sandwich lunch, complete with birthday cake, followed in Webster Hall. Carollers left from the church at 12:30 to visit our home-bound members.
MARYS TO bANNER

MARYS TO bANNER

Monday January 18: Candlelight vigil at the Four Corners 5:30pm; 6:15 gathering at Unitarian Fellowshipon School St for light snacks; 6:30 Panel discussion on Diversity in our community, facilitated by Mary Lee-Clark and Peter Lawrence

Sunday January 24: Annual meeting immediately after potluck lunch following worship to hear and take actions on reports, budget and nominations

Sunday January 31: Eaarth Advocates meet after worship
16th Annual Ski for Heat to raise funds to help low-income Vermonters with fuel costs this winter. To make a donation or join in a free day of cross-country skiing at Wild Wings see NancyJean Steffen

Kits of the Heart: Pat Lafontaine needs people to sew school bags (already cut out). Lorna Cheriton needs donations for hygiene kits (toothbrushes in wrapper; bath-sized soap; handtowels; washclothes; nail clippers; wide-tooth combs; bandaids; or money to buy these)
"On Bended Knee" --Isaiah 60:1-6, Matthew 2:1-12 --Epiphany Sun.--Jan.
3, 2016

"On Bended Knee" --Isaiah 60:1-6, Matthew 2:1-12 --Epiphany Sun.--Jan. 3, 2016

On Bended Knee
The story of the magi is a story for our time. In the midst of the incredible run of the latest Star Wars movie–"The Force Awakens"–already having grossed a billion dollars–how perfect is this story of wise men who study the stars! It lifts our eyes to the heavens, beyond our narrow, often petty, concerns, and draws us out to larger horizons, larger concerns, larger dreams and intentions as our tiny planet begins yet another journey around its sun.

The great 20th c. scholar of myth Joseph Campbell said that Star Wars–the original 3 movies anyway, which was all he had seen–had the potential to become the truth-speaking myth for new generations, with its battle of forces of good and evil, its lessons about getting in touch with the Force and trusting it, characters who themselves are complex and conflicted, battling to let the good or evil impulses within them rule their actions and decisions. It is a story that includes not only all races, but all beings, not only on our one small planet, but throughout the galaxies. After a diversion into the 3 movies that were supposed to tell the beginning of the saga–unsuccessfully as far as I can tell–this latest episode continues to construct the myth (or truth-telling story) in meaningful ways. Despite itself, the movie industry does have the ability to teach and tell important stories in ways that are far beyond the church’s abilities, and so may take up the obligation to teach new generations profound lessons that set the imagination on fire.

In the time of King Herod, after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, asking "Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews? For we observed his star at its rising, and have come to pay him homage."

Over the centuries these "wise men," or magi, or star-gazers, or astrologers, have been described as "kings," probably from the psalm that talks about kings from the east bringing tribute to "the king of the Jews," including gold, and another psalm which describes gifts of camels and frankincense. They have been given names, described as being of different races and ages, legends and poems written about them by people like T.S. Eliot and O’Henry. They capture our imagination with their exoticism–what is a magus anyway? What would make them set out on such a journey–"a long, hard time we had of it," as T.S. Eliot’s poem says–traveling into the night, and by night, which is when they could see the star most clearly, across unforgiving deserts and dangerous places, way beyond their comfort zones, and right up to the doorstep of a King with an unsavory reputation? And then to trust their instincts and a message revealed to them in a dream to disobey that king and go home by another way? What Global Positioning System guided them? What was their "true north"?

These are men who would fit into a Star Wars movie–adventurers with eyes lifted to the

skies, seekers of truth, seekers of that which was worthy of their homage, their bended knees, as it were, not out of fear, but out of reverence and respect, of hope for the future.

What brings you to your knees–proverbial or literal–not out of frustration or discourage-ment or fear, but out of reverence and awe and respect? We Americans gave up bowing to kings and we Protestants to Popes or even altars, but is there anything or anyone that we would give our "homage" to, that we would recognize as having a power and authority–and not just celebrity or domineering-- greater than ourselves? What might the magi have to teach us?

For one thing, we might learn the wisdom of studying nature. While the magi looked to the heavens, we would do well to begin with the earth beneath our feet, the land and seas and waters around us, our atmosphere, and read the signs they have to tell us–signs of species going extinct, of ocean temperatures rising, of glaciers and ice caps melting, of deserts spreading, of more severe weather systems. Will we keep our knees locked straight and refuse to bow to the wisdom and inherent laws of nature?

And star-gazing–galaxy-gazing–deep space gazing can teach us lessons as well, let alone actually exploring space with our bodies or, for the time being, with our telescopes and probes and satellites. Joseph Campbell, in his series of interviews with journalist Bill Moyers said,

When you go out into space, what you’re carrying is your body, and if that hasn’t been transformed, space won’t transform you. But thinking about space may help you to realize something. There’s a two-page spread in a world atlas which shows our galaxy within many galaxies, and within our galaxy the solar system. And here you get a sense of the magnitude of this space that we’re now finding out about. What those pages opened to me was the vision of a universe of unimaginable magnitude and inconceivable violence. Billions upon billions of roaring thermonuclear furnaces scattering from each other. Each thermonuclear furnace a star, and our sun among them. Many of them actually blowing themselves to pieces, littering the outermost reaches of space with dust and gas out of which new stars with circling planets are being born right now. And then from still more remote distances beyond all these there come murmurs, microwaves that are echoes of the greatest cataclysmic explosion of all, namely the big bang of creation, which, according to some reckonings, may have occurred some eighteen billion years ago.

That’s where we are, kiddo, and to realize that, you realize how really important you are, you know–one little microbit in that great magnitude. And then must come the experience that you and that are in some sense one, and you partake of all of that.

[Moyers:] And it begins here.

[Campbell:] It begins here.

[The Power of Myth, p. 183]

And that conversation took place in the 1980's, before we even had the mind-blowing, hauntingly beautiful pictures sent back by the Hubble telescope.

The magi stopped first at Herod’s palace, but knew right away that this was not the object of their search. "Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews?" they asked. But when they proceeded to Bethlehem, "when they saw that the star had stopped, they were overwhelmed with joy. On entering the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother; and they knelt down and paid him homage. Then, opening their treasure chests, they offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh."

Although later art depicts Jesus and Mary with haloes around their heads, my guess is the signs weren’t quite so obvious. A certain radiance, perhaps, an openness, an innocence, maybe even a knowing, but otherwise a pretty normal, active toddler and his probably weary mother. (What mother of a 2-year-old isn’t weary?) And not only that, this was a peasant family, in very modest surroundings, racially different from the travelers (also weary) from the East, from what is today Iran or Iraq. "They knelt down and paid him homage."

What if this is not just about bending the knee to Jesus, but to the presence of the Divine, the sacred, in every child, even the poorest of the poor, maybe especially so, in God’s great reversal made evident in the life of Jesus ? Can this story remind us of our sacred duty and obligation to honor and care for the children among us, especially the children of the poor? Might it call us to speak out against the slaughter of innocents like Tamir Rice, playing in the park with a toy gun and not even getting a chance to show the police that it was a toy?

Long ago in a galaxy far, far away...long ago in Galilee, not quite so far away... star-gazers, brave travelers, Truth-seekers came together to honor and become part of this universe-creating Force. These stories come together in our day in a new and unique way. It is up to us to learn the lessons they have to teach us. Physicist and cosmologist Brian Swimme describes the challenge this way–

Our ancestry stretches back through the life-forms and into the stars, back to the beginnings of the primeval fireball. This universe is a single, multiform, energetic unfolding of matter, mind, intelligence and life. All of this is new. None of the great figures of human history were aware of this. Not Plato, not Aristotle, or the Hebrew prophets, [or Jesus?], or Confucius, or Leibniz, or Newton, or any other world-maker. We are the first generation to live with an empirical view of the origin of the universe. We are the first humans to look into the night sky and see the birth of stars, the birth of galaxies, the birth of the cosmos as a whole. Our future as a species will be forged within this new story of the world. [The Universe Is a Green Dragon]

We are star-dust, made of the same elements as the stars, the star that drew the magi to Bethlehem. We are one with them, and one with each other. We are one loaf, one cup, and we are invited to eat and drink with the One who started it all and came to live among us, full of grace and truth. Let us keep the feast.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
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An intense week of preparation by congregational members (plus friends and family) working together culminated in Friday evening and Saturday's 67th annual bazaar on December 4 and 5. Fresh greens were made into wreaths and centerpieces. Jewelry, books, Christmas items, toys, tools and sporting goods were sold in Serendipity. The Treasure Chest had special quality items. Pet Pourri had toys and treats for dogs, cats, and seed wreaths for wild birds. Crafters' Corner had a wealth of fabric and notions for sewing and other crafting. The baked goods table featured candies, cakes, pies, jams, and cookies, including Ugly Sweater Christmas cookies. The dinner for two raffle offered the chance to win a dinner at a local restaurant of one' choice. The dining room offered homemade soups, salads, sandwiches, desserts and drinks.


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2015 Snowball Bazaar

An intense week of preparation by congregational members (plus friends and family) working together culminated in Friday evening and Saturday's 67th annual bazaar on December 4 and 5. Fresh greens were made into wreaths and centerpieces. Jewelry, books, Christmas items, toys, tools and sporting goods were sold in Serendipity. The Treasure Chest had special quality items. Pet Pourri had toys and treats for dogs, cats, and seed wreaths for wild birds. Crafters' Corner had a wealth of fabric and notions for sewing and other crafting. The baked goods table featured candies, cakes, pies, jams, and cookies, including Ugly Sweater Christmas cookies. The dinner for two raffle offered the chance to win a dinner at a local restaurant of one' choice. The dining room offered homemade soups, salads, sandwiches, desserts and drinks.


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